Chinese band popped up in my feed. Never heard of them, but this is really good.
TARARARA | Time of our lives | Zhao Lei | Full song | By Gao YiFei
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Kind of has that Cake vibe with the trumpet.
Lyrics probably have something to do with death to America or steal US technology at all cost.
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Lyrics probably have something to do with death to America or steal US technology at all cost.
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I don't know about Cake vibe, but it is pretty cool
Okay found the lyrics… @PurpleThrobber
The sun above our heads burns with the lingering warmth of youth,It never gives up, shining upon our path.Winter never passes through here, only misty mountain forests,Crossing the old stone bridge, we feel the damp air.Climbing over the green hills, you say you see the people with straw hats,
The sea breeze brushes past the coconut trees, scattering the dust of our journey.This place feels like another world, isolated from the bustling city,Letting our weary bodies rest here for a long time.Climbing over the green hills, you say you see the people with straw hats,The sea breeze brushes past the coconut trees, scattering the dust of our journey.This place feels like another world, isolated from the bustling city,Letting our weary bodies rest here for a long time.
The time in Xiamen is our time,The rolling waves of the sea carry our longing.When will our songs echo again in the valley?The laughter has passed, but those memories will always remain.Our time is a carefree time,Wonderful years The brilliant years will never be rewritten. Our unrestrained laughter still echoes in our ears, And the footprints we left on the road will never be erased.
The sun above our heads burns with the lingering warmth of youth,It never gives up, shining upon our path.Winter never passes through here, only misty mountain forests,Crossing the old stone bridge, we feel the damp air.Climbing over the green hills, you say you see the people with straw hats,
The sea breeze brushes past the coconut trees, scattering the dust of our journey.This place feels like another world, isolated from the bustling city,Letting our weary bodies rest here for a long time.Climbing over the green hills, you say you see the people with straw hats,The sea breeze brushes past the coconut trees, scattering the dust of our journey.This place feels like another world, isolated from the bustling city,Letting our weary bodies rest here for a long time.
The time in Xiamen is our time,The rolling waves of the sea carry our longing.When will our songs echo again in the valley?The laughter has passed, but those memories will always remain.Our time is a carefree time,Wonderful years The brilliant years will never be rewritten. Our unrestrained laughter still echoes in our ears, And the footprints we left on the road will never be erased.