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1. Full text of the lyrics of "Grandma's Song":

You were born in the Songjian nuclear village.

Married to Ren Liang to serve the family.

Your legendary life.

It's like a song.

You've saved countless people.

Healed countless wounds.

It is said that you are the most powerful bone.

Famous.

You are like the sun.

Warm people's hearts.

You are unreachable light.

And a good example for us.

You were born in a stockade.

Married to Ren Jiahe.

Your legendary life.

It's like a song.

You've saved countless people.

Healed countless wounds.

It is said that you are the most powerful bone.

Famous.

You are like the sun.

Warm people's hearts.

You are unreachable light.

And a good example for us.

You are a good example for us.

2. "Grandma's Song" is a thanksgiving song created by actor and independent ** Tu Yufang in 2015, and I would like to dedicate this song to her grandmother Ye Di.

Song title: "Grandma".

Lyrics: Jay Chou.

Composer: Jay Chou.

Original song: Jay Chou.

It's my grandmother's birthday, and I'm in a vintage suit.

Carrying my grandmother for a ride in an antique car.

In the car is her favorite, and it is her time to find it.

I drove to Dadaocheng Wharf and quietly recalled all the past events with my grandfather, the ripples on her grandmother's face were beautiful but could not hide the depression.

Lost love, only hope for family affection to make up for the response.

Adults thought that putting six hundred on the table before going out was considered filial piety.

What is the point of working hard all day long, making money and caring less.

Grandma, her expectation slowly turned into helplessness Adults never understood that she wanted companionship Instead of 600 yuan It's simpler than what you give, grandma, her helplessness can't turn into expectation Only love can understand Walking on the banks of the Tamsui River Listen to her favorite Put the warmth back in your pocket and remember grandma's birthday last year My cousin took me and my grandmother to participate.

The award ceremony she attaches the most importance to turned out to be less than half an award, and I don't know whether to laugh or not I giggle at the camera I just feel ridiculous and I'm sad But it's not sad because I didn't win the award I'm lost because I see my grandmother lost Adults can't appreciate my cousin's intentions at all It seems that if they are happy, they can completely deny and deny my work The decision lies in the mood.

I told my grandmother that I didn't lose and didn't need to change, my cousin said don't feel sorry for it, it's just a game, as long as my grandmother thinks it's good, that's an encouragement, my grandmother smiled and said that she was proud of me, and her shallow smile made me feel more glorious than winning the award.

Grandma, her expectation slowly turned into helplessness Adults never understood that what she wanted was companionship Instead of 600 yuan Simpler than what you gave, Grandma, her helplessness can't be expected Only with love can you understand Walking on the riverside and listening to her favorite to put warmth back in your pocket Grandma, her expectation slowly turned into helplessness, and adults never understood What she wants is companionship Instead of 600 yuan, it is simpler than what you give Grandma, her helplessness cannot become expectation, only love can understand Walking on the bank of the Tamsui River Listening to her favorite and putting warmth back in your pocket.

Song: Grandma.

Singer: Jay Chou.

**: Seven mile incense.

Lyrics: Today is grandma's birthday.

I changed into a vintage suit.

Driving my grandmother around in an antique car.

In the car was her favorite.

Find the time that belongs to her.

I drove to the big rice burying pier and quietly recalled all the past events with my grandfather, and the ripples on my grandmother's face.

Beautiful but can't hide the oppression.

lost love and only hoped for family affection.

Make up the response. Adults thought that putting six hundred on the table before going out was considered filial piety.

Desperate all day long.

What's the point of making money and caring less.

Grandma her expectations.

Slowly turned into helplessness.

Adults never understood.

What she wants is companionship.

And not six hundred.

It's simpler than what you give.

Grandma, her helplessness.

It can't be turned into expectation.

Only love can understand.

Walking in the Tamsui River provocation.

Listen to her favorites.

Put the warmth back in your pocket.

I remember my grandmother's birthday last year.

My cousin took me and my grandmother to the event.

Her most important award ceremony.

As a result, he didn't get half a prize.

I don't know whether to laugh or not.

I giggled at the camera.

I just feel ridiculous.

I'm sad, but not because I didn't win the award.

I was lost because I saw my grandmother lost.

Adults simply can't understand it.

Cousin his intentions.

It seems that if they are pleased, they can completely deny it.

Deny my work.

The decision is in the mood.

They have fun trying to stick to their style.

No surprises, no changes.

I've been listening to it for three years.

I told my grandmother.

I didn't lose and didn't need to change.

My cousin said don't feel sorry.

It's just a game.

As long as grandma thinks it sounds good.

That's encouragement.

My grandmother smiled and said she was proud of me.

A shallow smile.

It makes me feel more honored than winning the award.

Grandma is an outsider. Don't call grandma.

Taiwan: Taiwan has been occupied by Spain, the Netherlands, and Japan.

Song Title: My Grandmother.

Singer: Q Sister Bear.

**: My grandmother.

Wu Huan - My grandmother's house.

Lyrics: Wu Huan.

Under the eaves on the slope.

A breeze blows across your cheeks.

Under the shade of a bluestone slab.

It's my grandmother's home.

I like to cut her hair the most.

She loves to watch martial arts the most.

Hold me and say I'm going to grow up.

Go to sleep.

Missing is a cup of tea.

I can't wash away the worries.

Under that sky.

Happiness blossomed.

Are you okay there.

My grandmother's house.

The sycamore sprouted.

Run, chase, play.

The world is big there.

Fairy tale forever.

My grandmother's house.

Are you okay now.

The child has grown up.

Not afraid of wind and rain.

Can you hear me.

Grandma liked to cut her hair the most.

She loves to watch martial arts the most.

Hold me and say I'm going to grow up.

Go to sleep.

Missing is a cup of tea.

I can't wash away the worries.

Under that sky.

Happiness blossomed.

Are you okay there.

My grandmother's house.

The sycamore sprouted.

Run, chase, play.

The world is big there.

Fairy tale forever.

My grandmother's house.

Are you okay now.

The child has grown up.

Not afraid of wind and rain.

Can you hear me.

Grandma's grandmother's house.

Fairy tale forever.

My grandmother's house.

Are you okay now.

The child has grown up.

Not afraid of wind and rain.

Can you hear me, Grandma?

Today is my grandmother's birthday.

I changed into a vintage suit.

Carrying my grandmother for a ride in an antique car.

In the car was her favorite.

Find the time that belongs to her.

I drove to Dadaocheng Wharf and quietly recalled all the past events with my grandfather, and the ripples on my grandmother's face.

Beautiful but can't hide the oppression.

lost love and only hoped for family affection.

Make up the response. Adults thought that putting six hundred on the table before going out was considered filial piety.

Desperate all day long.

What's the point of making money and caring less.

Grandma her expectations.

Slowly turned into helplessness.

Adults never understood.

What she wants is companionship.

And not six hundred.

It's simpler than what you give.

Grandma, her helplessness.

It can't be turned into expectation.

Only love can understand.

Walk on the banks of the Tamsui River.

Listen to her favorites.

Put the warmth back in your pocket.

I remember my grandmother's birthday last year.

My cousin took me and my grandmother to the event.

Her most important award ceremony.

As a result, he didn't get half a prize.

I don't know whether to laugh or not.

I giggled at the camera.

I just feel ridiculous.

I'm sad, but I'm not sad because I didn't win the award.

I was lost because I saw my grandmother lost.

Adults simply can't understand it.

Cousin his intentions.

It seems that if they are pleased, they can completely deny it.

Deny my work.

The decision is in the mood.

They want to stick to the style, but they feel that it is still European.

No surprises, no changes.

I've been listening to it for three years.

I told my grandmother.

I didn't lose and didn't need to change.

My cousin said don't feel sorry.

It's just a game.

As long as grandma thinks it sounds good.

That's encouragement.

My grandmother smiled and said she was proud of me.

A shallow smile.

It makes me feel more honorable than winning the award.

Grandma her expectations.

Slowly turned into helplessness.

Adults never understood.

What she wants is companionship.

And not six hundred.

It's simpler than what you give.

Grandma, her helplessness can't look forward to it.

Only with love can we understand.

Walk along the riverside and listen to favorites.

Put the warmth back in your pocket.

Grandma her expectations.

Slowly turned into helplessness.

Adults never understood.

What she wants is companionship.

And not six hundred.

It's simpler than what you give.

Grandma, her helplessness.

It can't be turned into expectation.

Only love can understand.

Walk on the banks of the Tamsui River.

Listen to her favorites.

Put the warmth back in your pocket.

The wind gently shook the branches of the hawthorn forest.

The smell of the morning mist is like the pale blue flowers on the side of the road.

The bird in my ear was talking.

The dew on the tip of the grass wets the hair.

Chase where the butterfly is going.

At the end of the path is my grandmother's house.

There is a beautiful fairy tale hidden in every ordinary corner.

All happiness can't run out of Grandma's fence.

Old oil painting of silver cutlery candle holder.

Long boots, accordion, red hawthorn.

I fell asleep in the old blanket.

Grandma, she kissed me gently on the cheek.

The grass turned yellow and sprouted, and the river froze and melted.

At the end of the path is my grandmother's house.

The grass turned yellow and sprouted, and the river froze and melted.

Now the end of the path is no longer my grandmother's house.

The wind gently shook the branches of the hawthorn forest.

The smell of the morning mist is like the pale blue flowers on the side of the road.

The bird in my ear was talking.

The dew on the tip of the grass wets the hair.

Chase where the butterfly is going.

Grandma's house is gone after the path.

Grandma's house is gone after the path.