Qingting is my little hero when I was a child.
I wish I could fly with him one day.
When the trouble is getting more and more,
the glass beads are getting less and less,
I know I have grown up slowly.
When did the red Qingting
disappear from my life?
slowly disappeared.
slowly disappeared.
We have all grown up, many dreams are flying,
just like the red Qingting we saw
in the childhood.
We
have all grown up,
many dreams are flying,
just like the red Qingting in my heart now.
Fly,
fly,
see the red Qingting flying in the blue sky,
the game is in the wind,
constantly chasing his dream.
The sky is the eternal home,
the earth is his kingdom,
the direction is life.
Our childhood is like the wind that blows from the growth,
gently blowing the dream to live slowly.
The red Qingting is my little hero when I was a child.
I wish I could fly with him one day.
When the trouble is getting more and more,
the glass beads are getting less and less,
I know I have grown up slowly.
When did the red Qingting disappear from my life?
slowly disappeared.
slowly disappeared.
We have all grown up,
many dreams are flying,
just like the
red Qingting we saw in the childhood.
We
have all grown up,
many dreams are flying,
just like the
red Qingting in my heart now.
We
have all grown up,
many dreams are flying,
just like the red Qingting we saw in the childhood.
We
have all grown up,
many dreams are flying,
just like the red Qingting in
my heart now.