Word: vincent fang Qu: Jay Chou
This winding smile embraces the hills and streams and sings with the wind.
I read the life before me like an idyllic poet.
The wheat field bends down and fishes tenderly. The whole valley is full of bagpipers.
I am dumb, listening to legends and following fairy tales.
The windmill in the distance tells from a distance
That happiness is fully harvested in late autumn.
Corner of the old warehouse
We counted a sack of love and happiness.
The color of first love
I took your hand through the hillside where maltose was planted.
The temptation of fragrance makes your cheeks slightly hot.
Exhale in my ear.
Take off the maltose and it's ripe. I wake up smiling.
Happy to be glued to your hands.
My mouth is full of candy.
Take your hand through the hillside where maltose is planted.
I bow my head and be shy around the sweet.
We sleepwalked happily.
I was drinking on the grass.
Maltose wine
When I was young.
I really want to take another bite.
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My mouth is full of candy. I really want to take another bite.