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fly - Actually, I want to fly.

Gentle light. The geese have flown south, and the sunset has been intoxicated.

Sad people.

Why are you left haggard?

The small building is windy again, and the wine bottle is empty.

Amorous people.

Why is it nostalgic for the red dust?

But I saw the peach blossoms flying, and the colorful glow was full of sky.

Regardless of it, the mirror is full of vanity and vanity.

If all love and hatred are turned into smoke.

Why bother with the fate of a lifetime.

Actually, I want to fly.

Like a lonely goose, you don't have to love each other.

Actually, I want to fly.

Vast sky, don't ask me who I am.

Actually, I want to fly.

Looking forward to the rendezvous through time and space.

Actually, I want to fly.

Riding the afterglow of the last sunset, never returning.

The geese have flown south, and the sunset has been intoxicated.

Sad people.

Why are you left haggard?

The small building is windy again, and the wine bottle is empty.

Amorous people.

Why is it nostalgic for the red dust?

But I saw the peach blossoms flying, and the colorful glow was full of sky.

Regardless of it, the mirror is full of vanity and vanity.

If all love and hatred are turned into smoke.

Why bother with the fate of a lifetime.

Actually, I want to fly.

Like a lonely goose, you don't have to love each other.

Actually, I want to fly.

Vast sky, don't ask me who I am.

Actually, I want to fly.

Looking forward to the rendezvous through time and space.

Actually, I want to fly.

In the afterglow of the last sunset, I actually want to fly.

Like a lonely goose, you don't have to love each other.

Actually, I want to fly.

Vast sky, don't ask me who I am.

Actually, I want to fly.

Looking forward to the rendezvous through time and space.

Actually, I want to fly.

Riding the afterglow of the last sunset, never returning.

The ending song of the TV series "It's Hard for My Daughter to Be Red": "Actually, I want to fly", Ruan Qianzhi.

The vast sky, don't ask me who I am, where can I listen.

Song: Flying Heart.

Lyrics: Jia Ding.

Composer: Guan Xia.

Singing: Zhang Peng.

I don't know when.

Learned to walk.

When did you learn to cry.

Learned to be silent.

When did you learn to confide.

Shake off the soil that falls on your eyelashes.

only to find that the familiar will also be unfamiliar.

Maybe I misunderstood myself when I dreamed.

How could there be otherwise.

Loneliness after waking up.

Thinking too much, dreaming too much, I'm confused.

Thinking too little, dreaming too little, I'm blind.

I want to whisper that I don't care.

But the heart that can fly is always in a high place.

I want to whisper that I don't care.

I don't know when I learned to be silent.

Look at the road left in the back.

Only then will it be clear if it is vague.

Even if you accidentally miss your appointment in the morning.

There's always the next bus to get me busy.

Thinking too much and I'm confused.

Thinking too little, I'm blind.

But the heart that can fly is in a high place from now on.