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Anonymous users2024-02-06Auditory hallucination lyrics: Xu Song.
Composer: Xu Song.
Producer: Xu Song.
Singing: Xu Song. When you are far away.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05I just want to say that it's a plan, not a memory.
The 37th plan, sleepwalking plan Have you been tricked? Hahaha.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Auditory hallucinations. Lyrics: Xu Song.
Composer: Xu Song.
Producer: Xu Song.
Singing: Xu Song. When you are far away.
I miss you again to tears".
This pretentious wording structure.
Those who have experienced it will understand.
Those unspeakable pains.
That is, I did it myself.
You're not pretending to be deaf.
You're really not impressed.
When you're alone.
Sneak a look at your Weibo.
The song you broadcast is so familiar.
We've sat down together and listened.
I thought it was singing artificially that day.
Now it sounds so vivid.
It may be that time has made the ears forgiving.
Nowadays, a person who listens to music always feels lost.
Hearing you whisper in my ear.
How gentle the night is.
How much you love me.
Nowadays, it is always sad to listen to a song.
Love is no longer here, but I haven't gotten away yet.
Songs in the list.
Flows with the past.
When you're alone.
Sneak a look at your Weibo.
What do you do every day.
I know it all.
At the time, I thought you were talking too much stupid.
Now that I think back to it, the picture is old.
It may be loneliness that makes emotions vulnerable.
Nowadays, a person who listens to music always feels lost.
Hearing you whisper in my ear.
How gentle the night is.
How much you love me.
Nowadays, it is always sad to listen to a song.
Love is no longer here, but I haven't gotten away yet.
Songs in the list.
Flows with the past.
Nowadays, a person who listens to music always feels lost.
Hearing you whisper in my ear.
How gentle the night is.
How much you love me.
Nowadays, it is always sad to listen to a song.
Love is no longer here, but I haven't gotten away yet.
If you look back.
Don't let me go.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03It is reported that the new ** "Sleepwalking" will be released on July 11, 2012.
**All 10 songs included:
Carrot whiskers. Auditory hallucinations.
Talk to the teacher. Companion Tiger.
Girlfriends. Pretending to be confused.
play with style
I feel sorry for your past.
The world is getting colder. Family-style love.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02Dream Butterfly Words: Stop yesterday.
Singing Harmony Production: VAE
Xiaojun. Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Don't look back for profit.
The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01Lyrics: The words stop yesterday.
Singing Harmony Production: VAE
Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Don't wait for the name, don't look back for profit.
The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.
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Anonymous users2024-01-31[ti: Dream Butterfly].
ar: Xu Song].
al: none] by: broom star + pig].
t time:(04:31)]
Production: qqlrc lyrics network @ broom star + pig.
Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Don't wait for the name, don't look back for profit.
The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.
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Anonymous users2024-01-30Dream butterfly water and a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Don't wait for the name, don't look back for profit.
The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.
Lianxiang vae followed ** every day and began to sing indiscriminately.
Gang is our sound heaven.
Whether it's the original song or the cover.
Blooming flowers.
The heart is fragrant.
Fresh pink.
It's the power of singing.
Singing alone.
It is also a kind of bravery.
The sound is not seen** is not full.
We can't be long.
The light of dreams in this well.
Listen to me, you are the king of **.
Pink PK network gods.
Lenovo Mobile Phone Powder Fashion Netizen Creative Competition.
Looking forward to your first voice.
This song seems to be an advertising song......
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Anonymous users2024-01-29Dream Butterfly Words: Stop yesterday.
Singing Harmony Production: VAE
Xiaojun. Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Pushui is a leaf boat.
The leaves fall in autumn.
It's hard to find an exit from the clouds.
The wind and rain are bleak, and the smoke and rain are broken.
Looking back, there is a little sadness hidden in the afterglow.
Like tears, not tears, choked his throat.
The fragrance of flowers fills the garden.
No sigh and no one smells.
Wandering the world is rare and splendid.
For Yi to be wide-clothed, people are emaciated.
Enough flowers to fall and butterflies to dance, and the silk has been buckled.
As we move away, the moonlight is gentle.
Young Zhuang Zhou. Drunkenness is not alcohol.
In my dream, I turned into butterflies and walked among the flowers.
All things on earth have been seen through in the past.
Empty eyes, cold eyes, beauty and ugliness.
Dreams are hard to come by. People about after dusk.
Looking through the autumn water, but seeking a getaway.
There is no road between the mountains and waters.
Sigh is good, flowers often bloom, and people are hard to stay.
Taste a bowl of acacia red beans.
When will the road of longing end?
Forget the dirt of the world for a moment.
All living beings stink of wine and meat.
I don't wait for the name.
Don't wait for the name, don't look back for profit.
The old flowers on the banks of the Pushui River have withered and the people have left.
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Anonymous users2024-01-28Auditory hallucinations, companion tigers, dialogue teachers, girlfriends, pretending to be confused, distressed about your past, global coldness, family-style love.
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Anonymous users2024-01-27To correct it, it's "Sleepwalking".
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Guanwai Field Store Fireworks How can the guests sleep Between the cold sleeves Who will add two pieces for me Three or four more snow The wind does not abate and blow all night It's just pitiful The thin horse has not had a good rest Suddenly fall asleep Dream a few months Wake up for a few years The past is sad and shallow with affection The two hands are close Partridge clear grievances Can be heard Fly not to return to the front of the hall Who will reveal the old couplet red faded ink remnants I look for you A thousand Sunrise to twilight A scoop of rivers and lakes I rise and fall I look for you A thousand years old and a year old But you are never in the lamplight Suddenly fall asleep Dream a few months Wake up for a few years The past is sad Shallow with affection The two hands edge The partridge clears the grievances Audible Fly not back to the front of the hall I look for you A thousand I look for you thousand From sunrise to twilight, I am up and down in a scoop of rivers and lakes, I am looking for you for a thousand years, and another year of glory and withering, but you are never in the lamplight, I am looking for you, I am looking for you, and I am in the sunrise, and I am up and down, I am looking for you, and I am a year old, and you are not in the lamplight.
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