"Let’s go to jilt a head.

On this night, it’s as cold as water.
The singing boy
Is no longer in the wind.
You still miss it.
That piece of white clothes is fluttering.
The age of white clothes fluttering
"
That time when white clothes fluttered
At that time, the campus scenery was charming and clear, and many teenagers were sitting on stone benches next to rows of buttonwood trees and poplars.
At that time, the girl was still wearing a long skirt, her long hair fluttering, her face simple and elegant, her eyes clear and simple.
And boys are always old jeans, clean white shirts and shy smiles.
Fluttering in white clothes is a teenager’s frivolous melancholy and a girl’s pure sadness, which is driven by the wind and stops by the wind.
Yes, that is, we have long been lost in the depths of the years, and we have never said a word to her, but we are constantly practicing how to say the first sentence to her in our hearts. This is what we like in that era.
It was a water age, like water. Love was half a rubber, a diary, a strand of long hair and a hair band. Who dares to believe in such a simple love now?
Maybe young people don’t feel as deeply as they do now.
But good music is a promise of life, which can pull you back to the previous moment at any time, making you feel the emotion you want to express in the song and making you cry.
"Let’s go to jilt a head.
On this night, it’s as cold as water.
The singing boy
Is no longer in the wind.
You still miss it.
That piece of white clothes is fluttering.
"
When the climax part sang again, it was already in tears.
The singing boy is no longer in the wind, and who is singing our songs and whose strings touch my heartstrings
Youth is still singing, and there will be people singing about us. There are always people repeating ourselves, but how can we not miss it?
That era of white clothes fluttering
Don’t say I’m water. Please sing along.
Chapter three hundred and seventy-six Sit at the same table with you and sleep in my shop, brother
There are nostalgia, emotion, beauty, pain but true youth in the songs of the era when white clothes are fluttering.
The lyrics of this song are like poems, and every sentence is profound, beautiful and touching.
Winter can’t wait for spring, spring can’t wait for autumn, and Bai Shounai can’t wait for the time to pass. Elegance is a quicksand that ages a period of past years.
That flower covered by years is like a blink of an eye, and it can turn around and lock the door.
But every memory has a password.
When, where, and the right combination of people, how long will the scenery of that person be forgotten and picked up again.
The song sung by Yuxuan Leng brought all the guests back to youth, simplicity, beauty and purity, and they were moved to tears in their memories of school life.
At the moment, Yuxuan Leng is the most common girl next door, but she is too beautiful to look straight.
"The age of white clothes is far away from us, and it will get farther and farther."
The dean of the Theatre Academy stood up and clapped his hands and sighed with tears.
"But they are still in their prime, aren’t they?"
The old dean laughed and glanced at himself, and the students who are now excited and crazy about playing A went on to say
"It is said that the age is the last master age, but I never agree with this sentence. The future is always full of possibilities."
"Hey, you are really qualified to say this. No one can refute you because there is a master sitting there."
The dean of the Theatre Academy pointed to suluo and sarcastically took this sentence as an old man to show off.
I haven’t waited for the old dean to speak
The audience screamed and suddenly went up a few more tunes. Like a flash flood, it came from all sides and covered the whole party scene in an instant.
"Brother suluo"