I was beautiful beautiful? I will be very rich? What will I be? Who knows what the future can you tell me, will I be?
This is the year the famous soprano Zhu Fengbo common with that era in the way the English round singing songs, simple lyrics chant repeatedly ask: I was a little girl,
mercurial vapor, a sort of a small city to stay at home in front of a ring road, planted with plane trees as tall trees in Nanjing, in the song, the girl's heart out of the gray walls, There is no surprise, jumped out of life, desperately probe, looking to the future direction: I will leave this place? I will be and how people live together? I love the gorgeous flower would it? - What will I be? Look at the future is so unclear and so full of worth of land possible.
this spring before the arrival of a winter afternoon,
beats by dre, I drove it as new old car driving on the way to work,
tods, under a sort of a small rain of heaven,
beats by dr dre, Nanjing plane trees yellow leaves of the tree falling to the window, was blown to the wet wiper street. Suddenly the song this time drilled from the car radio out of my whole heart flood of invasion. I'm blunt Zhu Fengbo incompatible with the outside world in English song, saw his old pair of staring eyes.
have a moment of trance. I had been standing in the Love is not gorgeous flower, but every night to share in the radio and listen to young people, rich and beautiful like the flower of love.
enough, already grateful,
tods shoes!
but there are tears in orbit, there are some nameless melancholy walk, I think that is all the question marks have found the answer, while he was standing on the answer to such a right?
Now I have children, he asked me what the future, I was beautiful beautiful? I will be very rich? What will I be?
will I be? What happen!