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Anonymous users2024-02-09Red in the mountains. Lyrics: Liu Haidong.
Singing: Stars.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
Fluttering in the autumn colors.
The call of swallows flying south.
Fly across a blue sky.
Fly over a mountain red.
Who can understand the affection of the pulse.
The wind is blowing, it's warm.
Blow down a drop of lovesick tears.
Blowing down one by one, the mountains are red.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
Fluttering in the autumn colors.
The call of swallows flying south.
Fly across a blue sky.
Fly over a mountain red.
Who can understand the affection of the pulse.
The wind is blowing, it's warm.
Blow down a drop of lovesick tears.
Blowing down one by one, the mountains are red.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, waiting for you to hurt.
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Anonymous users2024-02-08Red in the mountains - Qi Long.
Lyrics: Liu Haidong Arranger: Wang Luyao.
Fluttering in the autumn colors.
The call of swallows flying south.
Fly across a blue sky.
Fly over a mountain red.
Who can understand the affection of the pulse.
The wind is blowing, and the warmth is full.
Blow down a drop of lovesick tears.
Blowing down one by one, the mountains are red.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
Who can understand the affection of the pulse.
The wind is blowing, it's warm.
Blow down a drop of lovesick tears.
Blowing down one by one, the mountains are red.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red face, Qin Lu, wide cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years are bright and the moon is red.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, waiting for you to hurt.
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Anonymous users2024-02-07Fluttering in the autumn colors.
The call of swallows flying south.
Fly across a blue sky.
Fly over a mountain red.
Who can understand the affection of the pulse.
The wind is blowing, it's warm.
Blow down a drop of lovesick tears.
Blowing down one by one, the mountains are red.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
Who can understand the affection of the pulse.
The wind is blowing, it's warm.
Blow down a drop of lovesick tears.
Blowing down one by one, the mountains are red.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red fruit looks forward to relatives.
Red cheeks, red dreams.
The mountains are red, the mountains are red.
The red years, the red love.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, wait for you to hurt.
The red scenery welcomes spring.
Red heart, waiting for you to hurt.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06Title: Red.
Singing: Yang Kun.
Spring brought maple.
Out of the cold winter.
Autumn brings red.
Blending with the height of summer.
Maple in the clouds.
The leaves are empty.
Red dust and smoke in the rain.
Drowned maple red.
Red dyes the maple.
Kaede had forgotten about loneliness.
The bright red of the maple is gorgeous.
It's not going to be a flash in the pan.
Maple in the clouds.
The leaves are empty.
Red dust and smoke in the rain.
Drowned maple red.
Red dyes the maple.
Kaede had forgotten about loneliness.
The bright red of the maple is gorgeous.
It's not going to be a flash in the pan.
Red dyes the maple.
Kaede had forgotten about loneliness.
The magnificence of the maple is so gorgeous.
It's not going to be a flash in the pan.
Although the plot is a little more exaggerated and dramatic, it must be fake, I asked my teacher, and she liked it very much.
It was secretly hidden in the rockery by Heshen.
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