I looked at the snow in Nanning, snow at the club
The hope, hope to the bottles in the snow
I looked at the snow in Nanning, looked at the snow in my hometown
The hope, hope to the hometown old roof of snow
No snow in Nanning
But in only three in the glass
Fill it
Under the snow in my hometown, electric asked mom said heavily
I wasn't under the eaves
Stretched out his hands, and even hold a clove of snowflakes
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