What to do with the lyrics, what are the lyrics of Yang Liuqing???

What to do, what to do, what to do.

Why you why.

I always suck up all the air.

Hurt me, you hurt me.

Shortness of breath in front of you requires calling an ambulance.

Don't look at me, don't look at me first.

My blush was about to break out.

Nothing, nothing.

I'm never going to admit that I like you anymore.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

Why you why.

In this way, unreasonable appeared.

Hurt me, you hurt me.

Even what little reserved elegance there was was ruined.

Come near me, don't come near me.

How close to you is better?

It's over, I'm done.

My whole body is almost no longer mine.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

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How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

Crazy for me. What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

Title: What to do Singer:

What to do with the Blossom Boy TV Soundtrack.

What to do, what to do, what to do.

Why you why.

I always suck up all the air.

Hurt me, you hurt me.

Shortness of breath in front of you requires calling an ambulance.

Don't look at me, don't look at me first.

My blush was about to break out.

Nothing, nothing.

I'm never going to admit that I like you anymore.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

Why you why.

In this way, unreasonable appeared.

Hurt me, you hurt me.

Even what little reserved elegance there was was ruined.

Come near me, don't come near me.

How close to you is better?

It's over, I'm done.

My whole body is almost no longer mine.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

Crazy for me. What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

How can you beat the sun with such a smile.

Even better looking than me.

I can't resist it, but the days are long.

Someday you'll be crazy for me.

What to do feels sweet and sour.

Secretly love you, happy and lonely.

What to do with love, but I can't talk about it.

You hate not coming to help me.

Morning (ah) morning, down (ah) field, dew (ah) water Dona, ho ho ho, a little dew moistens the wheat seedlings. Willow leaves are green and green, Seven with seven are seven, Willow and stone are pine, Pine and Songna, Song and Songna, Song and Song, Brother willow leaves, green and na. The people, there are (ah), the Communist Party, ho ho

The willow leaves are green, and the seven are seven. Willow stone pine ana. Loose and loose?

Boom and Boom . Songsong, green and green, brother, willow leaves, green and green.

Xu Liang lit the cigarette you always smoked.

Trick my unsatisfying sense of smell.

That night understands that your lips are sweet.

But it still feels like it's still far away.

Ignite your dashing rejection.

I know it's just wishful thinking.

You don't allow me to be cheap anymore.

There's no way to get me back to you again.

Ah quietly, I'm used to you walking behind me.

Whatever is requested, you accept it all.

If only I could turn back the clock.

Pride no longer has unreserved supplication.

Xu Liang let go of his hand on the noisy street.

Can't find the picture in your pupil.

Your gaze is always far away.

It's a place I'll never reach.

You disappear in the middle of the crowd.

I know there is not the slightest nostalgia.

Obviously, I didn't make any more mistakes this time.

But you seem to have a strange feeling.

Ah quietly, I'm used to you walking behind me.

Whatever is requested, you accept it all.

If only I could turn back the clock.

Pride no longer has unreserved supplication.

Xu Liang lit the cigarette you always smoked.

Trick my unsatisfying sense of smell.

That night understands that your lips are sweet.

But it still feels like it's still far away.

Ignite your dashing rejection.

I know it's just wishful thinking.

You don't allow me to be cheap anymore.

There's no way to get me back to you again.

Ah quietly, I'm used to you walking behind me.

Whatever is requested, you accept it all.

If only I could turn back the clock.

Pride no longer has unreserved supplication.

I'm used to you walking behind me.

Whatever is requested, you accept it all.

If only I could turn back the clock.

Pride no longer has unreserved supplication.

Every drop of dew will shine. Every green leaf, eager to fly. In my hands, I hold my dreams...

Li Song - gala

When it's all over.

Are you lost.

When I dissipate with the smoke clouds.

Who feels sorry for me.

There is no such thing as a companion who does not break up.

You're going to go down.

There is no melody that never ends.

But I'll continue.

If one day you think of me.

You're lonely.

Life is a miss.

May you not stumble.

When it's all over.

Please don't be disappointed.

I will dissipate with the clouds of smoke.

Don't feel sorry for me.

A thousand words don't have to be said.

There is only one song.

It is known that the gathering is the rarest.

It's hard to part.

Song: Lige.

Singer: Gala Band.

Lyrics: Zhao Liang.

Composer: Zhao Liang.

**: "Dream Chasing Idiot Heart".

Specific lyrics: When it's all over.

Are you lost.

When I dissipate with the smoke clouds.

Who feels sorry for me.

There is no such thing as a companion who does not break up.

You're going to go down.

There is no melody that never ends.

But I'll continue.

If one day you think of me.

You're lonely.

Life is a miss.

May you not stumble.

When it's all over.

Please don't be disappointed.

I will dissipate with the clouds of smoke.

Don't feel sorry for me.

A thousand words don't have to be said.

There is only one song.

It is known that the gathering is the rarest.

It's hard to part.

It is known that the gathering is the rarest.

It's hard to part.

When it's all over Are you lost When I dissipate with the smoke Who is sad for me There is no partner who will not be separated You have to go on There is no endless melody But I will continue If you think of me one day You are suddenly lonely Life is a miss May you not stumble When this is over Please don't be lost I will dissipate with the smoke Don't feel sorry for me A thousand words don't have to be said There is only one song I know that it is the rarest to get together I can't help but part.

Don't be afraid of the wind.

Don't be afraid of the rainstorm.

My little darling.

Growing up in the wind and rain.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Daddy's back.

Kiss the little doll.

Dad is old.

There is a baby to accompany Dad.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

The squall sometimes stops.

Torrential rain can be sunny at times.

When the swallow returns.

It's spring.

Our joyful smiling faces.

More vivid than the spring flowers.

Our crisp singing.

More tactful than that lark.

Whoever sees us will be praised.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The scarf on our chest.

Dazzling as the glorious morning glow.

The ideal in our hearts.

Like the stars shining brightly.

Who can be happier and better than us.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

We learn to exercise.

Tomorrow we will shoulder the heavy burden of building the motherland.

We're always ready.

Go and create the future with your own hands.

Who can be so proud of us.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

Our joyful smiling faces.

More vivid than the spring flowers.

Our crisp singing.

More tactful than that lark.

Whoever sees us will be praised.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The scarf on our chest.

Dazzling as the glorious morning glow.

The ideal in our hearts.

Like the stars shining brightly.

Who can be happier and better than us.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

We learn to exercise.

Tomorrow we will shoulder the heavy burden of building the motherland.

We're always ready.

Go and create the future with your own hands.

Who can be so proud of us.

Lyrics; Our joyful smiling faces.

More vivid than the spring flowers.

Our crisp singing.

More tactful than that lark.

Whoever sees us will be praised.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The scarf on our chest.

Dazzling as the glorious morning glow.

The ideal in our hearts.

Like the stars shining brightly.

Who can be happier and better than us.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

We learn to exercise.

Tomorrow we will shoulder the heavy burden of building the motherland.

We're always ready.

Go and create the future with your own hands.

Who can be so proud of us.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

Our joyful smiling faces.

More vivid than the spring flowers.

Our crisp singing.

More tactful than that lark.

Whoever sees us will be praised.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The scarf on our chest.

Dazzling as the glorious morning glow.

The ideal in our hearts.

Like the stars shining brightly.

Who can be happier and better than us.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

We learn to exercise.

Tomorrow we will shoulder the heavy burden of building the motherland.

We're always ready.

Go and create the future with your own hands.

Who can be so proud of us.

The spring of the motherland ——— the exhibition of excellent songs to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Lyrics: Li Yourong.

Composer: Ji Ming.

Arranger: Zhao Renji.

Singing: **TV Galaxy Youth TV Art Troupe.

Instructors: Li Xiaoyan, You Yao, Ayigis.

Our joyful smiling faces.

More vivid than the spring flowers.

Our crisp singing.

More tactful than that lark.

Whoever sees us will be praised.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The scarf on our chest.

Dazzling as the glorious morning glow.

The ideal in our hearts.

Like the stars shining brightly.

Who can be happier and better than us.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

The spring of the motherland of the young boys.

We learn to exercise.

Tomorrow we will shoulder the heavy burden of building the motherland.

We're always ready.

Go and create the future with your own hands.

Who can be so proud of us.

The sound of our reading is more pleasant than the call of a bird. The regimental emblem we wore on our chests was redder than the fire. We are incomparably happy, we want to realize our ideals, and shoulder the future of the motherland.

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