Singing: Zhang Aijia

Breeze and drizzle in jasmine street

What a wonderful feeling this gives us.

Grab my clothes.

This is his little hand in case I slip away.

The little angel didn't say a word

I went to the street by motorcycle this morning.

I caught a glimpse of him wandering alone.

That surprised me.

It was his little hand that greeted me.

The little angel didn't say a word

Cupid came to this century.

I believe I will be as fascinated by him as I am

Just like wings.

That's his little white hand.

The little angel didn't say a word

Knock on his red door.

Tell him how much I miss him.

If you pass Molly Street.

My good friend, use your hand.

Knock on his red door.

Tell him how much I miss him.

If you pass by Molly Street (the little angel is not at home today)

My good friend uses your hand (flying out to play early in the morning)

Knock on the red door of his house (he won't come back until the sun goes down)

Tell him how much I miss him (mom can't help him)

If you pass by Molly Street (the little angel is not at home today)

My good friend uses your hand (flying out to play early in the morning)

Knock on the red door of his house (he won't come back until the sun goes down)

Tell him how much I miss him (mom can't help him)

If you pass by Molly Street (the little angel is not at home today)

My good friend uses your hand (flying out to play early in the morning)

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