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Anonymous users2024-02-09Wait for the once beautiful flowers and butterflies Dandelion looks like some.
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Anonymous users2024-02-081. How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
2. Be lonely and glamorous.
3. How to fly butterflies, how to fly butterflies, how to chase flowers.
4. Ups and downs wander in the wind.
5. How to fly butterflies, how to fly butterflies, how to chase flowers.
6. Strength and loneliness are gorgeous and charming.
7. How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
8. Ups and downs wander in the wind.
9. When spring is no longer warm, how do you feel it?
10. The sky is still clear and blue, and the color will not fade.
11. Spring is not in the cold fragrance, and how to fly in the mood.
12. She will gently pat her back in the sun.
13. Dreams, dreams are beautiful, dreams open their hearts.
14. How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly.
15. How to chase flowers, it is gorgeous and charming to be lonely and lonely.
16. How to fly butterflies, how to fly butterflies, how to chase flowers.
17. Ups and downs wander in the wind.
18. How to fly butterflies, how to fly butterflies, how to chase flowers.
19. The brilliant route in my heart is endlessly glorious.
20. How to fly butterflies, how to fly butterflies, how to chase flowers.
21. I dream of who the Big Wing King is.
22. When spring is no longer youthful, you look at the taste in your heart.
23. All happiness and sorrow are equally precious.
24. Time is not in the light box, how can the years fly.
25. The sun will gently caress your back.
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Anonymous users2024-02-07How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
Forcefully lonely and gorgeous.
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.
Forcefully lonely and gorgeous.
How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
Ups and downs hovering in the wind.
When spring is no longer warm, you see how to feel.
The sky is still clear, and the blue colors will not fade.
Spring is not in the cold fragrance, and how to fly in the mood.
The sun will gently pat her back.
Dreams Dreams are beautiful Dreams open their hearts.
How butterflies fly How butterflies fly.
How to chase the flowers, hard and lonely, gorgeous and charming.
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 brilliant route in my heart is endlessly glorious.
How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
I dream of who the Winged King is.
When spring is no longer youthful, you look at the taste in your heart.
All happiness and sorrow are equally precious.
Time is not there, the light box is still there, how to fly the years.
The sun will gently caress your back.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06Song: How Butterflies Fly.
Singer: Red Bean.
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.
When spring is no longer warm, you see how to feel.
The sky is still clear, and the blue colors will not fade.
Spring is not in the cold fragrance, and how to fly in the mood.
The sun will gently open her buds.
Dreams Dreams are beautiful Dreams open their hearts.
How butterflies fly How butterflies fly.
How to chase the flowers and puff 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 brilliant route in my heart is endlessly glorious.
How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
I dream of who the big wings are.
When spring is no longer youthful, you look at the taste in your heart.
All happiness and sorrow are equally precious.
Time is not there, dreams are still in the years, how to fly.
The sun 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.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05How 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.
When spring is no longer warm, you see how to feel.
The sky is still clear, and the blue colors will not fade.
Spring is not in the cold fragrance, and how to fly in the mood.
The sun will gently open her buds.
Dreams Dreams are beautiful Dreams open their hearts.
How butterflies fly How butterflies fly.
How to chase the flowers and puff 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 brilliant route in my heart is endlessly glorious.
How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
I dream of who the big wings are.
When spring is no longer youthful, you look at the taste in your heart.
All happiness and sorrow are equally precious.
Time is not there, dreams are still in the years, how to fly.
The sun 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.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
Forcefully lonely and gorgeous.
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.
Forcefully lonely and gorgeous.
How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
Ups and downs hovering in the wind.
When spring is no longer warm, you see how to feel.
The sky is still clear, and the blue colors will not fade.
Spring is not in the cold fragrance, and how to fly in the mood.
The sun will gently pat her back.
Dreams Dreams are beautiful Dreams open their hearts.
How butterflies fly How butterflies fly.
How to chase the flowers, hard and lonely, gorgeous and charming.
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 brilliant route in my heart is endlessly glorious.
How butterflies fly, how butterflies fly, how flowers chase.
I dream of who the Winged King is.
When spring is no longer youthful, you look at the taste in your heart.
All happiness and sorrow are equally precious.
Time is not there, the light box is still there, how to fly the years.
The sun will gently caress your back.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03Butterflies are always flying in the air M.S. Gaudí.
Butterflies fly into the air, and there are joys and sorrows in their feelings.
Giving up everything and chasing love to the end is sadness.
Walk alone in the clouds around thousands of rivers and mountains.
It's sad to have tears in my eyes, and it's simple and simple from now on.
Joys and sorrows clutch in the hand to give everything and all.
Holding hands with you in my dreams, I didn't see the flowers in the fog.
The blood is strong, and the man's heart will work hard by himself in the future.
For you from ancient times to the present, express my sincerity to you.
Jumping out of the Three Realms is stupid for you, standing in the rain has been drenched.
Only you know my heart, and my love has become a poem.
If I die, I will look at each other, whether you can rest assured.
Watch the back waves push the front waves and meet you with boldness.
Helpless, lonely is too long, helpless to enter the heart.
After you left, I cried two lines in my heart, and the road set sail again.
I think you and I don't have a reason to believe why I still have to worry about the past.
There is bitterness and sweetness in my heart, and my tears are saltier than water.
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Anonymous users2024-02-021. Song: Butterfly Flying.
Singer: Chen Lin.
**: "Woman".
Butterflies fly, fly, fly.
Tears in the sun.
Your heart hurts, your heart breaks.
I don't know for whom.
Love is flying, hate is flying.
Tell me what it tastes like.
If you are also in love with flowers.
Let Feng'er be a matchmaker.
Let Feng'er be a matchmaker.
2. Song: Butterfly Flying.
Singer: Xiao Yan.
**: "Daughter Fragrance".
Butterflies fly for true love once.
I have suffered to change the world and return to spring.
It doesn't matter who sacrifices for.
Ah, no regrets.
Butterflies fly with youth bets.
I won't tell anyone when I'm tired.
The beauty that I dressed up with persistence all my life.
Ah, the truth is precious.
3. Song: Butterfly Flying].
Singer: [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.
I don't know which one my friend wants!