Lyrics:
The two of us broke into the dock,
Breaking up soon,
The train at the pier is about to leave,
You still hold my hand.
It's not that my brother doesn't love you,
Because I come from the countryside,
The salary of ideas can't support themselves.
How can I care about you,
When I moved to the city,
Pick you up in a BMW,
I'll hold you in my arms then
Say to you: "dear!" " "
The second "Title: Theme Song of Juvenile Delinquency"
Son, call your mother today.
I can't help crying.
How many degrees are there in spring and autumn in the high wall?
Mom, you can expect it outside the wall.
Tears dye white hair
I felt like a runaway wild horse yesterday.
Violence, rudeness, punching and kicking
Mother fell into the rapids
After many ups and downs, I can't extricate myself.
After many ups and downs, I can't extricate myself.
Like a storm.
Destroy unopened flowers
Mom, mom.
Son, call your mother today.
See you cry.
Spring breeze blows into the high wall.
Mom, you can see it outside the wall.
Dead branches sprout new buds.
Wash all the mud for tomorrow.
Abandon the past and be determined to work hard.
Mom, there are wonderful hands to rejuvenate.
The broken branches and leaves produce new flowers.
The broken branches and leaves produce new flowers.
The son has mounted the war horse.
Find the lost years
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
When I got home,
Call you dear mother again.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom ... mom.
Report to the authorities
Supplement of the respondent
2009-09-03 15:40 The Second Song Title: The Theme Song of the Heart of Juvenile Delinquency
Son, call your mother today.
I can't help crying.
How many degrees are there in spring and autumn in the high wall?
Mom, you can expect it outside the wall.
Tears dye white hair
I felt like a runaway wild horse yesterday.
Violence, rudeness, punching and kicking
Mother fell into the rapids
After many ups and downs, I can't extricate myself.
After many ups and downs, I can't extricate myself.
Like a storm.
Destroy unopened flowers
Mom, mom.
Son, call your mother today.
See you cry.
Spring breeze blows into the high wall.
Mom, you can see it outside the wall.
Dead branches sprout new buds.
Wash all the mud for tomorrow.
Abandon the past and be determined to work hard.
Mom, there are wonderful hands to rejuvenate.
The broken branches and leaves produce new flowers.
The broken branches and leaves produce new flowers.
The son has mounted the war horse.
Find the lost years
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
When I got home,
Call you dear mother again.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mom ... mom.