Who has childhood lyrics, childhood lyrics?

On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that summer is crying.

On the swing by the playground, only butterflies are perched on it.

On the blackboard, the teacher's chalk was still chattering and writing desperately.

Waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the game of childhood.

No one knows why the sun always goes down on the other side of the mountain.

No one can tell me if there are gods living in the mountains.

How many days are always alone facing the sky in a daze.

Just so curious, so fantasizing about such a lonely childhood.

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I always have to wait until before going to bed to know that I have only done a little bit of homework.

I always have to wait until after the exam to know that I haven't read any books.

An inch of time, an inch of gold, Mr. Jin said, it is difficult to buy an inch of time.

Day after day, year after year of confused childhood.

Dragonflies flew over the green rice paddies in the sun.

Looking forward to the fake, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood of growing up.

Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes can't draw a rainbow on the horizon.

Looking forward to the fake, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood of growing up.

When will I be able to have a mature and grown face like my senior classmates?

Looking forward to the fake, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood of growing up. Childhood.

Childhood. Singing: Luo Dayou.

On a banyan tree by the pond.

I know that I am screaming about summer.

On a swing on the edge of the grass.

Only butterflies stop on it.

Teacher's chalk on the blackboard.

Still desperately chattering and writing.

Waiting for the end of class.

Waiting for the end of school.

Waiting for the game of childhood.

Always wait until before going to bed.

Only a little bit of homework was done.

It is always not known until after the exam.

I didn't read any books that I should read.

An inch of time is an inch of gold.

The teacher said that it is difficult to buy an inch of time.

Day after day.

Year after year.

Confused childhood.

No one knows why.

The sun always goes down on the other side of the mountain.

No one was able to tell me.

Is there a god living in the mountain?

How many weekday memories are always alone.

Facing the sky in a daze.

Just curious.

It's so fanciful.

Such a lonely childhood.

Dragonflies flew in the sun.

Patches of green rice paddies.

Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes.

I can't draw a rainbow on the horizon.

When will I be like a senior classmate.

There is a mature and grown face.

Looking forward to the holidays.

Looking forward to tomorrow.

Looking forward to growing up in childhood.

Ah, day after day.

Year after year.

Looking forward to growing up in childhood.

On the banyan tree by the pond, on the swing by the grass that screams in summer, only butterflies stop on it, and the teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still desperately chattering and writing, waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the game of childhood.

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