Lyrics of home by Zhang Haozhe(zhang gao zhe ge ci )

The sky is blue and open in November

Yew hasn't learned to be lonely yet

A promise like the wind

Twenty points of fortune~

The beautiful spring in early April

The color of kapok dyed red clouds

Bright eyes like stars

The sweetness of chocolate

The outline of fourteen years old

Listen, CD starts to describe love

The difficult nib is silent and lazy

Youth love is full of helpless Oh ~

I still remember the mottled old lane at the entrance of the lane

The smell of soda wafted in the evening wind

Accustomed to freedom, proud to learn not to stay

Long way home

Long way home confusion becomes silent

Who wants to miss the season of butterfly flying

The beautiful spring in early April

The color of kapok dyed red clouds

Bright eyes like stars

The sweetness of chocolate

The outline of seventeen years old

Listen to the CD to describe love

The difficult nib is silent and lazy

Juvenile love is full of no ~ oh ~

Remember your hand on the rink

A gentle NeuN soaked in sweat

You can't think too much if you are addicted

Long way home

Long way home confusion becomes silent

Who wants to miss the season of butterfly flying

Bye bye never say good bye

The promise in the spring

The world is not whirling at the age of 14, and the Chinese New Year is not wasted at the age of 17

I still remember the mottled old lane at the entrance of the lane

The smell of soda wafted in the evening wind

Accustomed to freedom, proud to learn not to stay

Long way home

I still remember the mottled old lane at the entrance of the lane

The smell of soda wafted in the evening wind

Accustomed to freedom, proud to learn not to stay

Long way home

Chinese PinYin : Zhang Gao Zhe Ge Ci