Netflix Songs 2022 Hottest Top 10 Jitterbug Songs are "The Rest of Your Life Afterward", "Out of the Mountain", "Years Later", "Never Again", "Backwoods Characters", "Desert Camel", "Stealing the General", "Young and Dangerous", "My Name", "Almost a Girl".
1, "The Rest of Your Life Afterward"
Singer: Ma Liang.
Lyrics: Ma Liang.
Composer: Ma Liang.
Lyrics:
Finding the sun where there's no wind, being the warm sun where you're cold.
People are in a flurry, you're always too naive.
For the rest of my life, I only want you.
For the rest of my life, the wind and snow will be yours.
They are the only ones who have a good time.
The glory is you, and the tenderness of your heart is you.
As far as the eye can see, it is also you.
I want to take you to see the clear sky, want to tell you loudly that I am fascinated by you.
The past is in a hurry, you will always be touched.
For the rest of my life, I only want you.
For the rest of my life, winter snow is you.
Spring China is you, and summer rain is you.
Autumn yellow is you, the four seasons of cold and warm is you.
As far as the eye can see, it is also you.
For the rest of my life, the wind and snow are you.
Plain is you, poor is you.
Glory is you, and gentleness of heart is you.
As far as the eye can see, it is also you.
2, "Out of the Mountain"
Singer: Flower Porridge.
Lyrics: Flower Porridge.
Composer: Flower Porridge.
Lyrics:
Crossing the bridge in the middle of the night never dared to look back, in the daytime is the traffic at this time under the foot of the river of forgetfulness.
I walked alone halfway up the mountainside with a wild dog as my companion, and the autumn wind blew through the ghost gate.
In a flash, three years and five years, I tasted coarse tea and ate light meals, and no one in the six worlds, eight wastelands and four oceans came with me to call the shots.
The earth is absurdly weird, there is a bookstore outside the bamboo forest, anonymously in this place to be free from the bias of those who do not come to the good good people do not come.
It is my pretense that I am making things up, or is it that they have a hidden agenda?
Some people don't know how to repent of confusing black and white in the fog, in the sentiment of mercenary bystanders dare not come to the demolition.
Seeming to be a good time, but actually in the wind, the song is over and the people scattered this show who is still watching.
Twenty years of practice in the mortal world has heard that the water can drip through the stone, the emperor and the heroes of the wind and clouds can not be defeated by the sea and the sea.
I don't care about who's in the world, but I'm just fond of the two little ones, and I don't think it's rare for them to just stick to Emei Mountain.
One moment, three years and five years to taste the coarse tea and food, the six worlds and the four seas, no one with me to call the board.
The world is ridiculous, the odd bamboo forest outside the bookstore, stowed away in this place to be free from the bias of those who do not come good good not to come.
It was me who pretended to be guessing, or was it them who had the devil in mind.
Some people don't know how to repent, confuse black and white in the fog, in the sentiment of mercenary bystanders dare not come to the demolition.
Seeming to be a good time actually in the top of the wind, to be the end of the song and people scattered this out there who are still watching.
Silent with a nagging, casual look at me to get together.
Don't be too scribbling in your cameo, eat the oysters to dip in a sauce.
Quietly you nagged, casually look at your hilarious.
Hear you make a mark, please put it in your bag and don't flaunt it around.
Some people have lost their way, that is, the bitter sweet.
In a flash, three years and five years, this song is over and people scattered.
3, "years later"
Singer: Iwaki.
Lyrics: Huang Qingyuan / Li Ziheng.
Composer: Huang Qingyuan.
Lyrics:
Give me a quiet corner, avoiding all eyes to explore.
Loneliness is my only excuse, after years of deliberate drifting.
Facing countless unfamiliar faces, I can't find a reason for wanting a place to call home.
Why is it that after many years, all the faults and mistakes can not be relieved.
Why is it that after many years, the process of gaining and losing is so cold?
It's not that I'm deliberately indifferent, or that I want to be alone.
It's just that I want to talk to someone about what's in my heart, and I just want to simply have it.
A small real sky, do not have to drift lost.
Why after many years, all the love and hate can not be thin.
Why is it that after many years, the heartache of air-dried wounds remains.
These days are just like this, today is no longer yesterday's me.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have to face more, every time I'm late at night.
Touching my scarred hands, I bear the pain to break free from my inner chains.
Why is it that after many years, all the faults and mistakes cannot be undone?
Why is the process of gaining and losing so cold after so many years?
Why is it that after many years, all the love and hate cannot be diluted?
Why is it that after many years, the heartache of dry wounds is still there?
4, "Never Again"
Singer: Li Zhi.
Lyrics: Li Zhi.
Composer: Li Zhi.
Lyrics:
Just as this life is sickly, tempting me to desire too much obedience or forced.
And I don't have many lines for the role I play, I just want to break away from everything and turn around and fall.
No longer have the smile of youth, no longer for the falling leaves and hate the autumn wind.
I just want to dream in peace, even though relatively my blood is still boiling.
The thoughts like snow fall silently, I smiled and eyes have been hazy.
The lyrics of my favorite song are hard to remember, just like the dark night that is about to engulf me.
I will eventually return to silence and say nothing more, who falsely claimed to understand this so-called loneliness.
No more youthful smile, no longer for the falling leaves and hate the autumn wind.
I just want to dream in peace, even though relatively my blood is still boiling.
These thoughts are as silent as the snow falling, and I smile with my eyes already hazy.
No more youthful smile, no longer for the falling leaves and hate the autumn wind.
I just want to dream in peace, even though relatively my blood is still boiling.
These thoughts are as silent as the snow falling, I smiled and my eyes have been hazy.
5, "secluded characters"
Singer: Chen Keyu.
Lyrics: Chen Keyu.
Composer: Chen Keyu.
Lyrics:
Our Chinese characters have a history of five thousand years.
Let the world recognize our Chinese characters.
Every stroke of the Chinese character is a story. Kneeling down and holding up a torch is as pious as the Taoist light.
The fields of the four directions have become barns, and the ancients recognized the evils and goodness of the people by their pictograms and their meanings.
Drought, demon, ghost, demon and sprite, Wu has a double o'clock.
Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, Wu is on fire, and Wu is on fire.
Wu stand all alone.
Wu walks alone with the purest of intentions, and the sheep and butterflies are enshrined.
The dragon flying in the nooks and crannies of the flying, graceful curls and pouring mucus.
Talking about the good and the bad, Ang.
The mistakes of the flying squirrels are irreversible, and they are unpleasant and disgusting.
Convincing of the evils of the times, the scales of the pectinology of the one and the other.
Our Chinese characters have a history of 5,000 years.
Let the world recognize our Chinese characters.
Every stroke of the Chinese character is a story, now all over the world.
Everywhere there are Chinese characters, yellow-skinned people proudly hold their heads up.
Our Chinese characters, one flat and one narrow compose a poem.
Stands all alone in collusion, walks alone in enlightenment.
Sheep and melons are the norm, and dragons fly in the nooks and crannies.
Lady and elegant, pouring with tears and mucus, pouting, worthless and good-for-nothing.
Ang, dutifully mincing, aged eighty, ninety, eighty-five, eighty-five, ninety-five.
The prisons of Princess Prunus coveted and disagreed, and the mistakes of the flying squirrels were not reformed.
They are not unpleasant, they are disgusting, and they are not easy to criticize.
The strokes of the brush leave behind a history of 5,000 years for the world to recognize.
Our Chinese characters, every stroke is a story.
Now there are Chinese characters everywhere in the world.
Yellow-skinned people proudly hold their heads up, our Chinese characters.
One flat and one oblique is composed into a poem, beautiful melody from Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu.
Beautiful melody from the Gong Shang Jiao Zhen Yu, everyone said into the language so idiom.
6, "Desert Camel"
Singer: Xia Yufei.
Lyrics: Zhanzhan and Luo Luo.
Composer: Zhanzhan & Luo Luo.
Lyrics:
I'm going to cross this desert to find my true self.
Only a camel by my side to keep me company, this wind blows by.
That cloud drifts by, and suddenly the river of love appears.
I straddled the desert boat, carrying my pipe and hourglass.
A pot of spirits is still in my hand, and the long ancient road is long.
It is impossible to say how happy and sad I am, only the camel is still running around.
What ghosts and legends, what spirits and demons.
Only the heron eagle in the ghostly song, the sky yellow sand swept by.
Traveling to every corner, walking on the endless pale starry river.
The day and night are intertwined, so enchanting and graceful.
Wasted years and wasted self, too many lost paths ahead.
To be free, you have to stick to it, and if you come out of the darkness, you will be able to get away and live happily.
I am looking for a desert oasis, a mirage.
I seem to see her waiting there, remembering her tenderness.
Rolling in my chest, lost in last night's jug of old wine.
I put on my big toe shoes and crossed the bitter wilderness.
It's as if I've traveled to another world and Aladdin's lamp is going to tilt.
Heaven and hell have overlapped, and suddenly a butterfly flies in.
What ghostly legends, what spirits and demons.
Only the heron eagle was singing eerily high, and the yellow sand swept across the sky.
Traveling to every corner, walking on the endless pale starry river.
The day and night are intertwined, so enchanting and graceful.
Wasted years and wasted self, too many lost paths ahead.
To be free, you have to stick to it, and if you come out of the darkness, you will be able to get away and live happily ever after.
I have fallen into this magical country, the camel bells accompanied by the road to the sanctuary.
Forgive me for having fallen into a trance and covered my eyes.
Obliterated intentions, how can one be conquered in this way.
What ghostly legends, what demons and devils and demons.
Only the heron eagle in the ghostly high song, the sky yellow sand swept by.
Traveling to every corner, walking on the endless pale starry river.
The day and night are intertwined, so enchanting and graceful.
Wasted years and wasted self, too many lost paths ahead.
To be free, you need to stick to the darkness, and then you can get away with it.
Dreaming back to the beginning, the waves rise and fall.
It's a long way to the future and a long way to loneliness.
Flower blossoms and countless falls, how can the boiling time be deserted.
The morning has come to an end, and the sky is full of birds.
Shaking the dome of the sky and tracing the yellow earth, the East fish belly white out.
The blazing sun bloomed and spit out, put down the dust floating I have embarked on the way home.
7, Stealing the line
Singer: flower porridge.
Lyrics: Ji Xiao.
Composer: Hua Congee.
Lyrics:
Jacked through the nine city passes, my seat horse is sound.
Look at the hem of that light and fluffy dress, take advantage of the rubbing shoulders to lift the skirt.
Treading the three rivers and six shores, I borrowed the light of the sword as a sail.
Let the dew soak through the short shirt, the big thief looks out of the corner of the eye.
Pillow wind and snow for many years, I seek breakfast with the tiger.
Carrying the fish string of the fishing man, I asked the crouching dragon for a few taels of money.
There is heavy rain in Shu, and corpses everywhere outside the pass.
Your smile is like a vicious dog, bumping my heartstrings.
Talking about flowers and drinking the moon and being idle, this spring night is bright and sunny.
By the time I wake up and open my eyes, the iron armor is cold and bitter.
The long-cherished dream is only an arrow away, and the hometown is nearer to the sky.
I don't know who sings and plays with the strings, but I am at a loss.
Pillow winds and snow for many years, I and the tiger seek breakfast.
Holding the fishing strings of the old man, I asked Wolong how many taels of money.
There is heavy rain in Shu, and corpses everywhere outside the pass.
Your smile is like a vicious dog, knocking at my heartstrings.
The beacons are like titles, throwing the heroes down to a banquet.
Thanks for the twelve turns of the Zexun, want to steal the jade hairpin for you.
Enter the alley to eat soup noodles, laughing at the flying snow by the window.
Take the pearl in your waist and play the tits, and stand the loquat in front of the court.
Eating noodles in soup in the alley, laughing at the snow flying by the window.
Take the pearl on your waist and play the sparrow, and stand the loquat in front of the garden.
8, "The Young and the Restless"
Singer: Li Ronghao.
Lyrics: Li Ronghao.
Composer: Lee Rong Ho.
Lyrics:
The TV keeps flickering, the contacts are all still there.
You treated me well, but I ruined it by mistake.
There was a time when I wanted a place to sleep and eat.
But how to stay up days and nights upside down, and even the first payment can not come together.
The wall panels were smashed by me and have not been repaired until now.
A bowl of hot porridge, you are afraid that I do not have enough.
All left half to take away, for you to describe.
Beautiful future you often eyes will be red, the original heartache me.
I didn't understand at that time, if I was young and not inferior.
Know what is precious, those beautiful dreams.
If I hadn't given you my life's worth, if only I had been young enough to know what to do.
It is not for you to suffer for me, a few more drinks at the wedding.
And the one you have now, have also thought together.
There is a place to sleep and eat, but how to go through the day and night.
Can't even get the head money together, the wall panels were smashed by me.
To this day it has not been repaired, a bowl of hot porridge.
You are afraid I don't have enough, all leave half to take away.
To describe to you, beautiful future you often eyes will be red.
Originally, my heart aches for me, I didn't understand at that time.
If I was young and not inferior, know what is precious.
Those beautiful dreams, did not give you a lifetime of shame.
If I had been young enough to know what to do, I wouldn't have let you suffer for me.
Drinking more at the wedding, and the one you have now.
If I had been young and not inferior, I would have tasted regret.
Money, status, wrestled to the point of wanting to return.
If I had been young enough to know what to do, I wouldn't have let you suffer for me.
Drinking a few more glasses at the wedding, and the one you have now.
Have a few more drinks at the wedding, and wish me well in my youth.
9, "My Name"
Singer: Jiao Maiqi.
Lyrics: Jiao Maiqi.
Composer: Jiao Maiqi.
Lyrics:
Please repeat my name softly, I'll answer you like an adult.
Be glad you haven't been running too long, still living in a bulletproof place.
Purely thinking the world equals you, please rage my name out loud.
I'm going to gamble on running off into the distance, if not for these voices.
I'm still confused about how far is too far to leave.
In the days of a stalker's youth, there are only so many questions to struggle with.
I used to hide a bottle of boredom in my bag to pass the white clouds and pale dogs on earth.
Designed to fall asleep in the future, I am glad that those embarrassments are in my mind.
Make me doubt my existence and laugh at the end.
Please whisper and repeat my name, I responded like an adult.
Be thankful you haven't been running for too long and are still living in a bulletproof place.
Purely thinking the world equaled you, I used to hide a bottle of boredom in my bag.
Passing off the white clouds and pale dogs of the earth, designing a sleeping future.
I'm glad those embarrassments hit me right in the face and made me doubt my existence.
Laughing at the end, I will know how to give up and remember.
You are me being you, and I will know how to shed remember.
You are I am yours, I will know how to shed remember.
You are me and you are yours, and I will know how to remember.
I will know how to remember that you are mine and yours.
I will know how to remember that you are mine and yours.
I will know how to remember that you are mine and yours.
I will know how to remember, please whisper heavy.
10, "Almost Girl"
Singer: G.E.M. Deng Ziqi.
Lyrics: G.E.M. Deng Ziqi.
Composer: G.E.M. Deng Ziqi.
Lyrics:
Almost girls, chasing almost pretty.
Their almost wishes, holding their noses in the direction.
I came back to almost home lying on almost sofa, microblogging almost brush are eating almost melon.
The title of the almost fried almost gossip, netizens almost mouth dirty almost words.
An almost career line grabbed almost the eye, looking at almost the message is almost the same bitch.
Baby is more than the same as the same guinea pig, holding the same V and squeezing the same D.
Pose in the same street, with the same trend of the same Nose.
Make the same boyfriend to walk the same Close, for the same building to send the same Rose.
Do not have to worry about the same thing, but you have to be careful.
Dancing almost dancing and twisting almost ass, almost thinking about almost thick legs.
Looking at almost Facebook people almost want to cry, girls almost the road are almost helpless.
Almost girls, chasing almost pretty.
Their almost wishes, holding their noses direction.
All show almost waist Fake almost smile, spread almost petite relationship almost lean.
Hugging pretty much the same thighs with pretty much the same flirty tone, leaning pretty much the same way to buy pretty much the same bag.
They are almost strong, so they are almost choking on their speech, and they are almost narrow in their thinking, and they are almost narrow in their aesthetics.
Almost all of them have been playing almost the same game, almost all of them have been busy for almost all of them.
Drinking almost the same red wine and chewing almost the same meat, acting almost the same show to almost the same camera.
On the other hand, the most important thing is that you have to be able to get the most out of your life.
On the other hand, the most important thing is that you have to be able to get the most out of your life.
The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the most out of your life.
Almost makeup almost wave, skirt almost short home almost dirty.
Almost the same girls, chasing almost the same pretty.
Their almost wishes, leading them in the direction of their noses.
Almost you, almost me, almost her, almost stupid.
Listening to pretty much the same crap, pretty much those crows heckling again.
Squeaking and chirping all pretty much blind, pretty much girls all earthbound in toxic soil.
Almost all of them have been disappointed in themselves in the mirror, almost all of them have forgotten what it looks like to be unarmed.
The symptoms of this almost exaggerated, and now you girls here I want to share.
Once upon a time I was all the same with almost the same sadness, almost two weeks without eating.
Almost I gave my life away, countless almost all almost the same.
Almost life really should not be so over, like the song I sang almost vanity if you can see through.
Like the song I sang almost the vanity if you can see through, just almost that bubble.