The rainbow builds a bridge to meet, and the dream of a butterfly flies in the chest 25

It should be "life has exhausted our energy" and "the years have wrinkled our faces", right?

Rainbows build bridges to meet.

The dream of a butterfly flying in the chest.

Life drains our energy.

The years have wrinkled our faces.

We snuggled up to the seashore hand in hand.

Watch Haixia bloom with a bright smile.

Listen to the sunset tell of the glory of the past.

Ashes like fire.

Burning my memory.

Shine on your gaze.

In those resolute eyes are our faith.

It's your strength that freezes.

It seems from the dark depths.

I saw my shelter.

Your strong arms are like thick and strong walls.

Your gentle words still ripple through me.

The heart is rippling. Your fingers convey a love that is sealed in the bottom of your heart.

Let the merciless wind blow.

Nor will it let the permanent ties linger.

It's such a dream every year.

Years old thought so.

We met and held hands.

On the seashore with glorious afterglow.

Smiling. Forever.

If this is the case, it is Zhang Tielong's "The Earth is Long and the Sky is Long".

Song: How Butterflies Fly.

Singer: Wang Zhi.

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ar: Wang Zhi].

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My lovely fairy, you want to be happy and happy.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

Drum up some gorgeous charm.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

Ups and downs hovering in the wind.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

Drum up some gorgeous charm.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

Ups and downs hovering in the wind.

How to experience spring when it is not warm and leaves.

The sky is still clear, and the blue colors will not fade.

Innocence is not in dreams, and how to fly in the mood.

Sunlight it will gently bloom buds.

Dreams are beautiful.

Dreams open their hearts.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

Drum up some gorgeous charm.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

Ups and downs hovering in the wind.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

The heart is brilliant and infinitely bright.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

I dream of who the big wings are.

Spring is not the taste of youth leaving the heart.

All happiness and sorrow are equally precious.

Time is not there, dreams are still in the years, how to fly.

Sunlight it will gently caress your back.

Butterflies fly and birds fly.

Dragonflies don't wait for anyone.

Butterflies fly and flowers fly.

Dragonflies don't wait for anyone.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

The heart is brilliant and infinitely bright.

How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.

I dream of who the big wings are.

Spring is not the taste of youth leaving the heart.

All happiness and sorrow are equally precious.

Time is not there, dreams are still in the years, how to fly.

Sunlight it will gently caress your back.

"Butterflies Fly" Little Tigers.

The sea breeze whispered in my ears the old captain's dreams.

Wu) Baiyun crossed the hill in search of its home.

Chen) Xiaoyu woke up the sleeping lotus in his dream and opened his smiling face.

I make my youth a kite and climb it to the sky.

Sue) shells climb up the beach to see how big the world is.

Wu) caterpillar is looking forward to a pair of beautiful wings tomorrow.

Chen) Xiaohe lies in the embrace of the forest and sings the song of the spring years.

I slowly weave a picture of the years.

Dreams are the wings of a butterfly.

Being young is a paradise to fly.

Let go of the kite and the long line and draw love on the face of the years.

The heart is the power to grow, just like the wings of a butterfly.

The higher the wind, the higher the singing.

Butterflies fly like running in the wind in childhood.

It feels like the youth and the rainbow is farther than the sea and higher than the sky.

Butterflies fly to the castle of the future.

Open the skylight of dreams and let it grow faster and better.

** Playing ) Su) shells climb up the beach to see how big the world is.

Wu) caterpillar is looking forward to a pair of beautiful wings tomorrow.

Chen) Xiaohe lies in the embrace of the forest and sings the song of the spring years.

I slowly weave a picture of the years.

Dreams are the wings of a butterfly.

Being young is a paradise to fly.

Let go of the kite and the long line and draw love on the face of the years.

The heart is the power to grow, just like the wings of a butterfly.

The higher the wind, the higher the singing.

Butterflies fly like running in the wind in childhood.

It feels like the youth and the rainbow is farther than the sea and higher than the sky.

Butterflies fly to the castle of the future.

Open the skylight of dreams and let it grow faster and better.

Butterflies fly like running in the wind in childhood.

It feels like the youth and the rainbow is farther than the sea and higher than the sky.

Butterflies fly to the castle of the future.

Open the skylight of dreams and let it grow faster and better.

Butterflies fly like running in the wind in childhood.

Open the skylight of dreams and let it grow faster and better.

Butterflies fly, butterflies fly.

I'm dizzy, isn't this the Flower Band's "Butterfly Flying"?

Go listen to it and see if it's right?

If it's not, I'll look for it again.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly. Everyone has a dream of their own. 62616964757a686964616fe78988e69d8331333264626637

Everyone has a dream, and it is what everyone yearns for.

A Hong flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses.