How to sing "Days of Our Lives" quickly?

Listen more, understand and feel the meaning inside, and then look at the following: "The Day of Our Life" homophonic bell rings the signal of returning home-Zong Xin's roar of going to Heiguijia.

There seems to be a sigh in his life-there is a bright thunder chasing him.

What dark skin means to him-Hasegaff buttoned his clothes.

It is in the struggle of paying a lifetime of skin color-West Duck gives birth to a new style.

Turn what you have into what you lose-swim on the moon and push it away.

Tired eyes with expectation-I stayed with Kun for a while.

Now only the remains of the body-more is listening to the gram squeezed by rice.

Welcome to the day when we live-seize the opportunity to fly.

Stick to Freedom in the Storm —— Feng Yuzong's Tour in Ji Geng

Life is a Wandering Struggle —— Reading Zeng Zai by Du Sheng and Guo

Confidence can change the future-it's time to wait for Hamami.

Ask who can do it-the door is cold with sadness

Can we not divide the boundaries of skin color-waiting for my father to share the stupidity of her husband's skin color?

May there be no difference between you and me in this land-it is enough to get thunder from my father.

Colorful Beauty —— Coal from Cui Xin

Because it doesn't separate every color-westerners divide different colors.

In June, I turned my possession into my loss-swimming on the moon, leaving my guests behind-giving away the sky-floating and listening to the boom.

Today, I watched the snow drift on a cold night-more listening to the air and Lei Hang hissing in the pot.

Floating away with a cool heart-crooked lang ke Liu gave birth to my dizzy Buddha.

Chasing in the Wind and Rain-A Port Without Torpedo Chasing

You can't see the trace in the fog-Lei Mou said dad should be a disciple.

The sky is vast, you and I-listen to the thunderstorm.

Can it be changed (who isn't)-foreign guests (who needs mom to chase after guests)

How many times have I been greeted with cold eyes and sarcasm-divorce with my wife has affected my divorce.

Never give up the ideal in your heart-from the strange of Buddhism to thunder.

A moment of trance-a duck suddenly spilled Buddha

The feeling of losing something-the night is more colorful.

Unconsciously, it has faded-on the pot change between parents.

Love in my heart (someone who understands me)-lack of thunder (need to be clear)

Forgive my unruly love and freedom in my life-oh, I'm sorry. I went to pick up the duck father and gave it to the Buddha's short friend.

I am also afraid that I will fall down one day-worrying about the ducks outside and listening to the ducks outside.

Anyone who gives up his ideal can do it-a cup of black thunder and a cup of kindness are waiting for him.

That's because I'm afraid that one day it'll be just you and me-having a party outside to listen to chickens crowing and worrying about thunder.

Still free and self-sufficient.

Always sing my songs, moire, enough guns, pots

Travel thousands of miles and fight for the thunder