To my friend: Runway

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When I was first attracted to the sound of the runway, there was no "Crazy Stone"

After having "Crazy Stone", I learned that he wrote a song called "I Am Chongqing Song'er"

from now on

We have our own native musicians

He finished eating "Small Noodles" and "Hey! Hot pot》

Singing "Shinkawa River Trumpet" and living "Heavy Celebration Year"

Also "Goblin Monster" wears "Yellow Silk Horse Horse" to press the road.

He often said to his daughter-in-law, "Love you without temper."

Every now and then, ask yourself "Where am I bad"?

This afternoon, the old friend was sent away

Tonight Christmas Eve, I'm going to listen to his songs and party this Christmas

Would you like to join me?

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a city on the mountain,

There is no (no) god at the head of the city, and there is a group of Chongqing people living

Hot pots don't have to be peppers they never have to eat

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a city on the mountain

Hands are broken, feet are broken, brain shells are broken

One bowl of small noodles, two or two just right, three flavors

The four sides asked for five stools and six people to eat

Seven spices, eight spoonfuls of chili peppers and a bowl

There are not enough peppercorns, so it can't be numb to our robe brothers

Here the artillery is flying all over the sky, and the dragon lights are chasing the streets

Hilarious piles, New Year's greetings hey crisp

It never snows but the atmosphere is not bad, there is not much sunshine but no sleep

Here the spicy should be doubled, and the taste is not mixed

Drink wine when drinking water, toast to blow

Fire fire fire fire hot pot

Fresh duck intestines take seven or eight strokes

The hairy belly should be scalded a few times

Ate the old hot pot and drank some old yin tea

Make sure your baby doesn't get hot the next day

An afternoon that cannot be forgotten

This has taken away the happiness of many people

Only countless loneliness was left

And the pain of a lifetime that can't be wiped clean

You have to turn the pages of the book

If you have to take a little skin, you still have to find a master

Empty blowing casually smashing a little bit of speech is a bunch

No matter inside and outside the play

As long as I'm here, it's wonderful

Because only beautiful is left

It is also helpless to have no choice

From a young age, she was too delicate and obedient

Nine points of fire may be too dragging

I do what I want to be

Edit: Mia

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