What song titles or lyrics are novel and beautiful in Sodagreen?

I have never been so crazy about a singer or band, and the so-called mainstream songs have never had a spiritual voice, except Sodagreen. After listening to Qingfeng's songs, my sister will feel that this is the real music ~ ~ real feelings, real thoughts, real love for music ~ ~

Personally, I think the symphony dream is the first, and the melody of purifying the soul is really endless for three days. Secondly, go home early and sing with me. Enjoy it ~ ~

Little Love Song This is a simple little love song \ Singing the twists and turns in people's hearts \ I think I am very happy \ With your warmth \ The air under my feet turns \ Singing the pigeons in our hearts \ I think I am very suitable to be a singer \ Youth is floating in the wind \ You know, even if the heavy rain turns the city upside down \ I will give you a hug \ I can't stand seeing your back \ Write me down.

All I want from the moon during the day is dew. Don't stop him when I want to leave at night. I just want the right amount of morphine.

Don't continue anesthesia when the patient should wake up. All I want is a fragile butterfly. Don't make me face the landslide. All I want is a strong fortress. Don't keep invading when I should be hiding. The invisible universe walks in black and white. Looking up at night, I found that there were more moons than stars. The sun is in power, and the light completely covers the moon. It's no use doing anything. All I want is the right time.

Your arrogance is just my contempt. All I want is a cumbersome disintegration. All your opinions are just my sadness. I don't want to argue about right or wrong. Please shut up when I collapse. I don't want to argue about right or wrong. Please leave my sight when I am speechless.

The universe seen by the naked eye is confused with the glowing planet. There is nothing wrong with the person watching. It is too weak to realize. You just can't make me feel it. You know, of course not for me. I don't want perfunctory comfort. The wrong treatment disturbed my mood.

I don't want a superficial compliment. I can't see if you really have this face in your heart. Yes, everything you said is right. You live in your own well. No matter what kind of wind is happy. Whatever you say, you are right. Don't worry about what you say. You just live foolishly. You can't make mistakes like this. I want to see the grassland you mentioned.

I want to see the roses you planted, not a bunch of withered flowers. I want to see the blue sky you mentioned.

There is no lightning that doesn't rain. I want to see your falling snow. There are no tears that melt into blood.

The universe invisible to the naked eye walks like a white night and a black sun. Looking up at night, I found that there are more moons than stars. The sun is in power, and the light completely covers the moon. No matter how much you do, it's no use. Don't put your universe on my earth. How can my earth be transported away without necessarily following the universe? You always hide behind the sun, how can you see your face? Always choose the moon during the day. It doesn't matter who says who I am or who I love.

Red roses can't stay in the wilderness forever.

It doesn't matter who I love. Listen to who I am. Only shouting at the most beautiful glance is warm. Fragility is just a fresh season.

How to tie a bow when fading "Soak into magic foam in summer" When the sky is not beautiful, cross the street in the rain "Spend a perfectly interwoven flower" and turn it into a half-withered flower. How to arrange flowers and wither in exchange for an embarrassed face "Why not make a cup of almond tea" for you, for you.

How to insert a perfectly interwoven flower into a semi-withered flower? Why don't you make a cup of almond tea while it's still early?

How to insert a perfectly interwoven flower into a semi-withered flower? Why don't you make a cup of almond tea while it's still early?

Simple life, maybe the sun often sets in the sky, maybe all the gongs that refuse reality quietly penetrate my eardrum and the kaleidoscope in the radio.

I can't lock the dream that I'm about to start, "I'm too weak to dodge." Yesterday's guilt touched my sleeve again.

Missing an air balloon "trying to get rid of false promises" will make me live a simple life "without luxury and relaxation" and live in your kingdom.

Living, simply squandering the outline of creation, listening to your loud talk about simple life, I gently let go of me in the fireworks in your right hand. The world shuttles through different faces. I live a simple and relaxed life, without luxury. I live in your kingdom.

Live a life, simply squander the creative outline, and listen to you talk loudly about a simple life.

Symphonic dreams fall asleep in the afternoon, and all noisy birds turn a deaf ear. Andante is waiting like a song, waiting for you to quench your thirst with an article in rainy season.

Thunder came loud and clear, humming "Everything in the earth and the river held its breath at this moment". You woke up in the afternoon after sleeping for a century. "The fog came from behind and buckled into water drops.

Transparent wounds are beautifully and cruelly hidden in the soil. The sonorous labor of rain is quieter than the ensemble of dreams. Grazing a car is because of your rap. Exciting. The river is rushing, impacting the dry chaos. You slept for a century and woke up in the afternoon.

The fog buckled into water droplets from behind. "Transparent wounds are beautifully and cruelly hidden in the soil." The sonorous labor of rain is quieter than the ensemble of dreams.

The thoughts that have been lurking for a whole season have been stripped away by you. Cotton wool has climbed to the age of hair transition. The memory of climate growth monsoon has been put into textbooks.

I will mend myself to meet you, wet my dry heart, wash my cigarettes when the rain stops, and the new pedicels look forward to dazzling.

At dusk, people open the door at home. Welcome to the quiet world. At this moment, life came.

Whispering in your ear all the time, I didn't listen at all. You said you were sorry or surprised. I didn't care at all. When I heard your voice, I unconsciously avoided it.

I don't know your tone. Maybe it's dark at night and I can't see clearly. Maybe the light was on and I lost myself. Maybe you are so stupid that I couldn't help but faint.

Maybe the sky is too blue for me, maybe the smoke is too thick for me to leave, maybe you are too sweet for me to close my eyes.

Sing with me in the window at night, gently pulling the flowers in my dream. It's your smell that makes waves. You always catch me in your dreams and share it with me.

Fill the hole in my heart with warm light, it flutters in the moonlight, the stars at the end of the cloud are all in their bags, and the eager thoughts are hanging on the horizon and shouting.

The fish that didn't sleep took me out to sea "as if your heart wasn't so brave" and pretended to plop myself.

I can ride my imagination to your direction, let the invisible me sleep beside you, let the invisible you walk into my dream and sing with me.

Sunday radio love songs floated to midnight.

After the electricity is turned on, your picture gradually appears "fragile self-pity is put aside" and I try to cross the limit "I have your perfect foil for tomorrow" so I am still at the vigil.

I can't control the disharmony of rhythm. Am I tired? I compromised in my heart. I can seize every winter.

I can't hide your smiling face, let me indulge in your ear. You look at me, I am willing to run aground without complaint. When the minute hand turns half a turn.

Floating on your lips \ Who am I? Memories are constantly connected \ the cinema picture returns to the original point.

Floating between your eyebrows and fingers \ floating between your eyebrows.

Does the frequency only pass through your hand? Love leads to AC and DC. I can't find a strong socket. Look at the clouds in the sky

I envy my freedom. i stand in front of the window. I crouched in the corner. Listen to your heart. Who says you can't learn the breeze? It flies over the mountain.

Look at the foam in my ear. If I swallow it, I will release a rainbow and fall on my chest, looking for you in the beating world.

Hold your breath and don't rest \ I'll guess your reaction again. Who says you can't learn the breeze \ flying over the mountains \ watching the nest in your ear pile up into foam \ swallowing it and releasing a rainbow \ falling on my chest \ looking for your frequency in the beating world \ holding your breath.

Let me guess one more thing: your response is "looking for your melody in the flowing time". In a blink of an eye, the whole world is only left with your promise "It will clear up tonight, and I will let myself fly". There are traces of spring in your memory, and "dusty memories have begun to drift away" instantly and forever.

The heart of the sun is in the dream, the dream is in the morning, the morning is on the spring willow, and Liu's idea of "dispersing liquid and dissolving it in thin" under the spring road spreads in the bubble. The crime of "beauty is because of challenging selfless innocence" is because of overcoming betrayal and fear, and "Tao is in happiness" is blessed with tolerance.

Candlelight tears \ white silk tears \ playing a sleeping song in the rose wind \ silent flute waking up in a happy meal.

Beauty is because of the tributaries and your whole hue. Ugliness is because of the loss of silent dreams.

One night before the snow melted, you left, and one day you came. At a certain moment, I understood some kind of love of mine, sleeping in a dream, wandering around the world, and only I existed.

Watch the wind blow and listen to the clouds \ Predict that your love will meet a snow-white heart \ Heaven and earth will not be slow, unhappy, bad, but concentrated and surging \ No longer doubt speculation, no longer fear of waking up \ No longer worry, no longer dark sunshine \ Let go of time and space and exist \ Heaven and earth will not be slow, unhappy, bad, but concentrated and surging.

No more guessing, no more fear of waking up, no more anxiety, no more sunshine, no more darkness, no more time and space, no more sun waking up with a smile, not the moon.

There is nothing new in imagining the sun in the four seasons \ I only talk about moderation but think about TV \ I put my hands in my pockets and am persistent and dishonest \ I am too presumptuous \ Autumn overthrew my subconscious \ and all the uncoordinated positions in summer \ I put down my reserve \ and the spring breeze blew away the rice paper.

There is still a solidified ink "the shadow in the fictional world" and in your eyes it is just "nothing" to tear and reserve, which finally makes you glamorous.

Dignity is like right and wrong. Although there is a parabola without a landing point in front of me, I don't care about the changes in the four seasons next year. I'm just driven crazy by the current circle. I went diving on a winter night. Spring rain moistens your face. Just like picking leaves in the autumn wind, Xia Yan can make up. How presumptuous.

A young man jumped in line on the left hand side of the small universe. Take a look. The escalator is full of disdain. A couple snuggled up and looked at me. I see you blocking the aisle on the left \ A woman throwing scraps of paper on the right \ It seems that there is nothing wrong with going forward \ The bus stop sign door stops in front of me \ Pushing me forward and pushing me back to the side of the road \ The attitude of the clerk selling clothes is like \ I paid for her smelly face \ an unfamiliar friend.

The old time turned into a butterfly "flying in my room", a new expression of time exchange, thank you "and the mountains and rivers in my heart". Facing those beautiful worlds, "I don't want to miss it", the traffic on my left hand is smoking, "crossing the street until I can't see it" and my right hand is full of violent plots.

A pen and a line all draw a full stop \ preventing ... returning to my world \ preventing ... unnecessary things from going far \ the curtain on the left hand side is opened \ there is more light around my room \ my pupil is instantly narrowed \ my room is full of bright blue sky \ and the music on the right hand side is amplified.

There is some smell around my room. In an instant, my heart has been opened. My room is full of imagination.

When did he end his dream in summer? He pressed the alarm clock and started his day as usual. He is busy working and harvesting what to eat for breakfast. He and he kept the pulse of the gear. Sweat turned into a rainbow on him. The river of pace and rhythm continues life. Every little hero who fights silently in his post.

Being rich is as humble and as great as being poor. He is never afraid of being overwhelmed by the crowd. Having lunch at noon is his greatest enjoyment. What time may it be when the moon rises? As usual, he finished his day's work. He fantasized about what to eat for dinner. Family made him not afraid to rush forward. Tiredness turned into his smile. The pace began to be less heavy. In summer, the evening breeze on the ground is spinning gently. Ordinary or particularly clumsy or clever.

Dancing gently with the sultry evening breeze on the ground in summer, he was "ordinary or particularly clumsy or clever" and never worried about being tortured by the world.

The sweet load is his greatest support "Sleepiness turns into a rainbow with a smile". In his dream, he took a deep breath at the starry sky "Noisy lights up the profligacy he longed for all summer". He tasted good and bad "He never cared that he was teased by fate" and pressed the alarm clock to start another dream.

I only care about what my life will be like if I don't meet you, whether I should cherish my life, whether I can know someone and live an ordinary life, whether I don't know if there will be love as sweet as honey, and time flies. I only care that you are willing to infect your breath. It is not a pity that you can get a confidant in the geometry of life, and it is not a pity to lose the power of life. Don't make any promises \ as long as we are together every day \ I can't live by \ fragments of memories \ Time flies \ I only care about you \ willing to infect your breath \ life geometry can gain a bosom friend \ it's not a pity to lose the power of life \ so I beg you not to let me leave you \ I don't feel a trace of affection except you \ so I beg you not to let me leave you \ except you.

Believe me, I will always believe in the last leaf "No matter the east wind in the world is hidden in my eyebrows" and I will always believe in the water drops that plunge into my heart "In another world, when the curtain is raised in the clear sky, I always get so much that I feel numb" I almost forgot "I want to breathe more in my palm" and the loss once made me give up on myself "The last ray of light at dusk" and I still had time to open my eyes "The earth is too big. I dare not look at myself. I will always believe in the last leaf. No matter the east wind of the world is hidden in my brow, I will always believe that the water drops that plunged into my heart were pulled up in the clear sky of another world. No matter what the distance between the world and me is, I will always believe in the tears that began to fall.

I will always believe in the water drops that plunge into my heart. "In another world, the curtains are pulled up in the clear sky." I will always believe in the tears that began to fall.

The world between you and me will disappear more clearly. I always believe in imperfect perfection, and no matter what the world distance is, it is not a distance.

Go home early. This is a place where people feel abandoned. The low bungalows on the main road are full of noise.

Life is short, and the trees in the mountains are full of fruits. The days are long. As long as we stand at the window and wait for the children, we are all one person plus another. The wall of time extends from their palms to our shoulders. Wandering stars talk to me instead of so many eyes. Go home early.

Answer naked and sticky, childhood is forgiven, stumbling white hair depends on our appreciation, and life is long and beautiful or sad and countless.

The days are short. As long as we are with children, we are all like one person plus another. The wall of time extends from their palms to our shoulders. Wandering stars talk to me instead of so many eyes. Go home early. We are all one person plus another person's appearance.

The wall of time from their palms to our shoulders "Wandering starlight speaks to me instead of so many eyes" Go home early.

The heart is like a dream, and the steps are in pairs. The sky is grey, the moon is grey, and the Ruhe River basin echoes each other. The road before ourtenant slowly ends is warm.

The sun rises on the roof of the central mud house.

Is this day deep enough? Come and lie down. Let me caress you and soothe my fatigue after injury. Is it sharp enough? Look at my scars. Wrap it gently and give you a smiling face that breathes bravely. Life never feels responsible for anyone. There are too many false plots and the surface is blurred. Please let me cross the street with you. Please let me commemorate it with you. Are you happy enough? I know. I am proud to hide under your sword. Now your tattered hands dry your tears. Life never feels responsible for anyone. After reading the fabricated lies, it is so easy for us to cut each other into pieces. Too many false plots are blurred on the surface of strange eyes. Please let me cross this street with you. Please let me commemorate this day with you. The memory of losing our names is meaningless. One day we all forget. One day we will all sigh, smile and recall our stupidity. Let the present be the past. Let me hold your hand and let you hold my hand. You will know me. Let me hold your hand and let you hold my hand. You will know me. Let me hold your hand and you will know me. Let me walk across the street with you. Please let me commemorate this day with you.

Freedom is the privilege we need. You smiled this day, and I smiled.

Blue eyes The blue side of the sea is always too quiet, like a storm. Call for a summer, maybe that day will pass. The sea is shining with tears like a dream. The sea with shining eyes sighs calmly and splashes a piece of broken glass. Cross an island, and you may die that day. Are the waves silent and tired? ~ ~ \ act adventurous. Walking through the lonely clouds for a long time. \ It didn't rain.

Trying to fly away from the sleepless sea "the rainbow on the horizon disappears instantly" In fact, who got the narcissus from beginning to end?

In fact, I took the wrong route from beginning to end, so that the sea didn't look for you. As soon as I closed my face, I returned to the original point, one language and two worlds.

Do an adventurous performance "Walking through the Lonely Clouds" and there is no place to run aground in rainy days "Take a souvenir alone.

Try to fly away from the sleepless sea \ The rainbow on the horizon disappears instantly \ Hey ~ ~ ~

That moment ended before dawn, and it was captured by darkness "illuminating closed eyes" and stroking the helplessness of time "so desolate and warm".

Every day I care, every day I fail, every moment is over, every day you track, every day you feel.

When you wake up this morning, you will find that I really had a strange dream, just like we remember the future. When I fall asleep, just like we want to forget the future, we are still holding hands in the photo frame, the summer I have long forgotten, wandering in the space that has become a black-and-white movie.

My hand, your face is full of exotic flowers and plants, and you will find that I am already very strange.

A thousand years late. The swing is broken in spring, so you'd better stop. I'm sorry, it will rot in autumn. You ran aground at the red light. It's just that you're a thousand years late.

After dusk, there will be no night. In my impression, my hair is scattered. You said to give up August. In fact, you don't have to touch the water to knock yourself out.

Swallow you hard, take a bite, hold the bowl, add it to the bowl, close your boredom, crush your shoulders, shrink into a point or a line, approach your intuition and drown it.

Your face is the most familiar and worst. It's just that you're a thousand years late. After dusk, there will be no more night spread in your impression. You said you gave up August.

In fact, you don't need to touch the water. Knock yourself out, swallow you, bite hard and pick up the bowl to add it. It's just that you're a thousand years late.

After dusk, there will be no night. In my impression, my hair is scattered. You said to give up August. In fact, you don't have to touch the water to knock yourself out.

Swallow you, take a hard bite and add a bowl to your family. Only when you are a thousand years late will there be night after dusk.

Swallow you, bite hard, and fill it with a bowl.

The old flying fish boat said, I have seen this sea. The old ship said, I have touched this wave. The old ship said, I have heard of this sea. I have completely seen through life.

I don't want to do anything \ Wang Yang says you haven't picked clouds \ Wang Yang says you haven't swam in deep water \ Wang Yang says you haven't been to the opposite village.

Tears haven't flowed yet. I laughed all night without turning off the lights. I watched the kingdom of heaven and happiness. I watched the flowers pass through my eyes and ears. I watched drifting and sinking.

Look at the eardrum born in the sky. Although there is still so much pain and paralysis, even if the sky is not blue, there may be a rainbow. Who says you can't ask for harvest?

Who says moaning is a sin? Who says nature can't be shirked? No, what difference does it make? If it were a fish, it would swim. Who said that people were born to live? Who says sadness must pass? Who said that songs must be written as a prelude? What are you looking for? If you don't look for clues, you must look for the window? You must get rid of the tongue that drills the dark clouds at sea level. You'll see more feelings if you don't hide.

Looking at your face, I can't think of the rainy season. Blowing out the sun in one gulp cannot find logic. Anyway, the world is unreasonable. Your wrinkles make me question the weather. I continue to play games between your fingers. I can't help speeding. It doesn't matter if I give up modesty. Maybe my face has been abandoned. I wonder who you forgot. Maybe it's cheap and tasteless I cheated. It's easy to peel off the comfort \ put a planet on your forehead \ wait until you open your mouth and grow out of the universe \ let me put my hand behind your back \ let you squander which fragile one \ Oh, maybe my face is all abandoned \ Dadada. ...

You fell asleep in heaven, your face was quietly buried in cotton candy, your red ears were kind and hot, and your heart was the most beautiful in the world.

Lalliaud, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It is my sea that suddenly becomes blank these days. Is it too many accidents to suddenly wake up from a deep sleep?

I don't want to force me to think that too many difficulties will make people afraid to look at the future. You know I don't want to leave. You know how helpless I am. How can I rely on you if time keeps passing so fast? This is my sea. The sunny afternoon slowly became infected. When the sea is no longer blue, the dream of flying turns to dust. You know I don't want to leave. You know how helpless I am. If time keeps passing so fast.

How can I rely on you if time keeps passing so fast? What if the tears come out? This is my sea. I left quietly in a silent afternoon. The sea is not blue either.

I can't turn around and coquetry. I want to shout. I don't want to understand. I just want to sing something warm. It won't rot in our hearts.

The incomparable beauty of the sky, kites flying in the sky, people chasing on the ground, if I am worried about not flying, I have your grassland.

You described me as "unparalleled beauty" in this world ~ yeah ~ \ and I know you are unparalleled beauty in this world.

\ The kite in the sky is flying \ People on the ground are chasing after it \ If you are worried that you can't fly \ You have my butterfly \ yeah ~ yeah ~

On the left, I cleaned up the wounds of the old days and took refuge in a strange river. Time hurried forward. You and I rushed out of the window where the memory of heartbeat and pulse was stored.

Draw the alley of the old eaves \ bury the mottled tears \ lock the door of the story behind the corner \ Please open your hands and let me die in your arms \ Take your left hand \ What is scattered in my hand is tenderness \ I have given you too much \ After I am sad, I will always be broad \ Take your tenderness \ What is scattered in my heart is missing \ I need to touch it alone \ The silence behind the rainy season \ Take you up.