You asked me if I had a home.
Tears of sadness poured down.
I am the wind in Shan Ye, and I am a rootless flower.
In winter, seedlings are destroyed by wind and rain.
Grandpa said to me, son, we have a family.
Two flowers smile on a happy face.
You can learn culture without being hungry or cold.
Happy Sun Village is my warm home.
Sun village is full of sun flowers.
Qian Qian's ten thousand fairy tales that love weaving.
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This is a song written by an orphanage, which can't be downloaded online.