Plucking a magnolia, magnolia, mulan.
You are standing in the morning light,
Smile at me and play the guitar.
We don't know each other, just smile and nod.
You're in a strange country,
The mouth of the mouth has a mole.
What a bright and bright, it is you
Where does the melody begin and how does it come from
How does the brain's architecture break through secular barriers
Yes, you must be all the secrets of the legend
The beauty of leaping into this passion
I began to pick up my pen and get excited
I believe you will always be in the early morning
Smile at me, say hello