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Young with you. Lyrics:
I often think of the mottled desks of that year.
Always looking at your silhouette when you're in a daze.
You may not know that I was a little me at that time.
The secrets of youth are hidden in the corners of my heart.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
You accompany me in the cool evening.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
There is no goodbye to parting, which is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like me, I often tell the past softly.
We have nothing to say in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
You accompany me in the cool evening.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
There is no goodbye to parting, which is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like I often tell my heart softly.
We have nothing to say in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
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Young with you.
Lyrics: I often think of the mottled desks of that year.
Always looking at your silhouette when you're in a daze.
You may not know it at that time.
Little me. The secrets of youth are hidden in the corners of my heart.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
Cool evening.
With you with me.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
Didn't say goodbye.
Parting is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like me, I often tell the past softly.
We are in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
There's nothing to say.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
I had you in my youth.
Your youth has me.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
You accompany me in the cool evening.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
Didn't say goodbye.
Parting is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like I often tell my heart softly.
We have nothing to say in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
I had you in my youth.
Your youth has me.
I had you in my youth.
Your youth has me.
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Young with you. Lyrics: I often think of the mottled desks of that year.
When you are in a daze, you always look at the outline of your search stove.
You may not know that I was a little me at that time.
The secrets of youth are hidden in the corners of my heart.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
You accompany me in the cool evening.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
There is no goodbye to parting, which is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like me, I often tell the past softly.
We have nothing to say in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
You accompany me in the cool evening.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
There is no goodbye to parting, which is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like I often tell my heart softly.
We have nothing to say in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with my envy.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
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Young with you.
Singer: Li Yifeng.
The theme song of the movie "Gardenia Bloom" of the same name).
Lyrics: Good Sister Band.
Singing: Li Yifeng.
I often think of the mottled desks of that year.
Always looking at your silhouette when you're in a daze.
You may not know that I was a little me at that time.
The secrets of youth are hidden in the corners of my heart.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
You accompany me in the cool evening.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
There is no goodbye to parting, which is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like me, I often tell the past softly.
We have nothing to say in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
The intersection is waiting for you to have me and my bike.
You accompany me in the cool evening.
The sunset is no more beautiful than the color of your eyes.
There is no goodbye to parting, which is always silent.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Like I often tell my heart softly.
We have nothing to say in the spring breeze and autumn rain.
But lost contact in the spring and autumn.
Do you think of me once in a while, too.
Or are you living a life that has nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, each other's youth was not missed.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
My youth has you, and your youth has me.
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Do you mean "goodbye, goodbye".
This song", "Wrong and Wrong", "Mom and Dad", "Good Night Baby", "Game".
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