This is a story woven throughout the song.
There is no world or temple, just the life of a little girl in the city walking and singing.
Maybe, it's just that he has more eyes than ordinary people who have experienced the vicissitudes of thousands of years.
When did the green shirt catch the wind and frost? When did the bright moon change its luster...
Recalling the past, when did children grow up?
In fact, I heard the article from listening to the song. After listening to Mei Gu's Song of the Girl, and thinking about her life, I suddenly felt very sad. Don't care if others can understand these songs, as long as you want to sing, then sing...
Uh, write it in the copy.
That is to say, Portugal lost, Ronaldo lost, and I was heartbroken.
When I went back to read the article, I found that it was a little confusing - there were too many characters, so I decided to revise it as I updated it.
But I have too many things going on throughout July, not to mention work matters. Now I am still regarded as a XX activist, and I have to spend a lot of time sitting around and training...
A moment of silence for me...