Green Tea Luo Tianyi guitar sheet music small steps

Grey. Singing: Green Tea.

A small step to pick green tea with my grandmother.

Earthworms emerge from the dirt to see small wildflowers.

Exclusive small back basket sweat evaporates in the sun.

The place where the smell of tea wafts is my home.

The little flower wagged its tail lazily in the doorway.

Humming a small tune, my grandfather drank tea on the chaise longue.

That memory condenses time into a painting.

The cat next door screamed and meowed, and knew how to hide in the treetops to catch crickets and jump to their feet.

Raise small tadpoles and see that the tails are not lost one by one.

I held the purple clay pot and drank the soda, thinking about tomorrow and laughing, oh oh oh.

Years later, I remembered the taste.

Take your hand and go back and have a look.

The creek has listened to my troubles.

It's still going around, it's going around.

The color of the sky is just right.

The scent of green tea wafts with the wind.

I said I like to have such a good thing.

In the revolve around don't care how much the flowers have fallen.

I like the aroma of tea when it is boiled.

Hold a cup of green and spend an afternoon playing Go with my grandfather.

I can't always hold the pen that I can write.

Mom moved away TV to punish me for being naughty.

People say that there are many frustrations when they grow up.

It's like you've struggled, you've had it, you've lost your wonderful past.

I would like to say that I like the comfort I have now.

Life that knows how to cherish is the most beautiful.

rap likes to hold an umbrella and go barefoot that summer.

The snail climbed up the trellis with its shell on its back.

That smiling face has been blooming in the sun.

Grandma slowly planted her green tea along the terraces.

The sweetness always follows the path and goes around home.

Remember to wipe the tea bowl repeatedly after washing.

At that time, I always ran very chicly.

Fatty! Hurry down! I'm going to be late!!

A small step to pick green tea with my grandmother.

Earthworms emerge from the dirt to see small wildflowers.

Exclusive small back basket sweat evaporates in the sun.

The place where the smell of tea wafts is my home.

The little flower wagged its tail lazily in the doorway.

Humming a small tune, my grandfather drank tea on the chaise longue.

That memory condenses time into a painting.

Oh, how willing to rub.

The cat next door screamed and meowed, and knew how to hide in the treetops to catch crickets and jump to their feet.

Raise small tadpoles and see that the tails are not lost one by one.

I held the purple clay pot and drank the soda, thinking about tomorrow and laughing, oh oh oh.

Years later, I remembered the taste.

Take your hand and go back and have a look.

The creek has listened to my troubles.

That nursery rhyme rings around my ears.

Pull you to the wind and run.

Walking barefoot on a dirt path.

I said I like to have such a good thing.

In the surroundings of Secretly laughing.

The color of the sky is just right.

The scent of green tea wafting from the tip of the nose.

It doesn't matter how many flowers fall in the story.

The dream is still there, and happiness is around the corner.

Just listen to it.

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Gray singing: Green tea.

A small step to pick green tea with my grandmother.

Earthworms emerge from the dirt to see small wildflowers.

Exclusive small back basket sweat evaporates in the sun.

The place where the smell of tea wafts is my home.

The little flower wagged its tail lazily in the doorway.

Humming a small tune, my grandfather drank tea on the chaise longue.

That memory condenses time into a painting.

The cat next door screamed and meowed, and knew how to hide in the treetops to catch crickets and jump to their feet.

Raise small tadpoles and see that the tails are not lost one by one.

I held the purple clay pot and drank the soda, thinking about tomorrow and laughing, oh oh oh oh years later, I remembered the taste.

Take your hand and go back and have a look.

The creek has listened to my troubles.

It's still going around, it's going around.

The color of the sky is just right.

The scent of green tea wafts with the wind.

I said I like to have such a good thing.

In the revolve around don't care how much the flowers have fallen.

I like the aroma of tea when it is boiled.

Hold a cup of green and spend an afternoon playing Go with my grandfather.

I can't always hold the pen that I can write.

Mom moved away TV to punish me for being naughty.

People say that there are many frustrations when they grow up.

It's like you've struggled, you've had it, you've lost your wonderful past.

I would like to say that I like the comfort I have now.

Life that knows how to cherish is the most beautiful.

rap likes to hold an umbrella and go barefoot that summer.

The snail climbed up the trellis with its shell on its back.

That smiling face has been blooming in the sun.

Grandma slowly planted her green tea along the terraces.

The sweetness always follows the path and goes around home.

Remember to wipe the tea bowl repeatedly after washing.

At that time, I always ran very chicly.

Fatty! Hurry down! I'm going to be late!!

A small step to pick green tea with my grandmother.

Earthworms emerge from the dirt to see small wildflowers.

Exclusive small back basket sweat evaporates in the sun.

The place where the smell of tea wafts is my home.

The little flower wagged its tail lazily in the doorway.

Humming a small tune, my grandfather drank tea on the chaise longue.

That memory condenses time into a painting.

Oh, how willing to rub.

The cat next door screamed and meowed, and knew how to hide in the treetops to catch crickets and jump to their feet.

Raise small tadpoles and see that the tails are not lost one by one.

I held the purple clay pot and drank the soda, thinking about tomorrow and laughing, oh oh oh oh years later, I remembered the taste.

Take your hand and go back and have a look.

The creek has listened to my troubles.

That nursery rhyme rings around my ears.

Pull you to the wind and run.

Walking barefoot on a dirt path.

I said I like to have such a good thing.

In the surroundings of Secretly laughing.

The color of the sky is just right.

The scent of green tea wafting from the tip of the nose.

It doesn't matter how many flowers fall in the story.

The dream is still there, and happiness is around the corner.

The dry branches of the trees are bearing white flowers.

The people under the tree looked up at it.

Lonely singing that love sentence.

He couldn't count the worries of distant places.

The temperature of the hand you held is still there.

How many beautiful dreams await here.

The winter wind accompanied the sunset to stain the sky red.

The little man's heart longs for tenderness.

I can still play the song you wrote.

Until we become a river with our white heads.

Don't wet your eyes this time next year.

Wait for that light to turn into hope.

The dry branches of the trees are bearing white flowers.

The people under the tree looked up at it.

Lonely singing that love sentence.

He couldn't count the worries of distant places.

The temperature of the hand you held is still there.

How many beautiful dreams await here.

The winter wind accompanied the sunset to stain the sky red.

The little man's heart longs for tenderness.

I can still play the song you wrote.

Until we become a river with our white heads.

Don't wet your eyes this time next year.

Wait for that light to turn into hope.

The temperature of the hand you held is still there.

How many beautiful dreams await here.

The winter wind accompanied the sunset to stain the sky red.

The little man's heart longs for tenderness.

I can still play the song you wrote.

Until we become a river with our white heads.

Don't wet your eyes this time next year.

Wait for that light to turn into hope.