As the saying goes, temperature is the most important.
What is the temperature?
I collect raw materials and cook in time and space.
Never waste a second.
But time has slipped away.
Gypsy magic is coming.
Newt's eyes and cicada's skin
The portal rises from the pot.
Don't hesitate to jump in.
Girl, are you still scared?
Life is not a joke.
As simple as self-service.
Put cinnamon in it to save the past.
Bread and butter, mysterious songs, small fires, mysterious spells.
Cocoa cake, time-space reversal, fermentation, filtration, drying.
Pinch, listen carefully. We're long gone. Please don't open the door and forget this sadness.
Everything is ready for my big dream.
I will change the past
Save your parents.
Break four walls. This is my gypsy magic.
Seahorse tears and lobster bless me to complete my magic.
Maybe I can go home.
Maybe I can go home when you are devastated.
Your life is very unsatisfactory.
There is a simple explanation.
Let me solve this mystery for you.
You are the creation of a toy manufacturer.
You are just a toy.
Trapped in a crystal ball
Trapped in a crystal ball
No matter which direction he leans.
When the crystal ball is turned upside down
Know that we must be flexible.
I can only suffer silently.
We won't let them break our spirit.
We can't just give up.
When we sing our stupid songs
Sing naughty songs
When I was a little mare
Think back to your past.
A raging fire swept through my city.
My hometown was hit by a fire.
So they sent me to an orphanage.
I was sent to an orphanage.
He said, if you want to fit in, throw away those roots.
Said, "You are no longer a witch."
So I dug a thousand holes and cut a blanket out of an orphan pony.
Year after year, I became friends with orphans.
Now their memories are blurred, and their faces are blurred.
Although I blurred my appearance and forgot my face.
But I still know the lyrics of this song.
The lyrics are as clear as ever.
When you screw up all the bracelets
When you break all the relics
The people you love are falling apart.
All relatives are dead, too.
Listen to the jingle.
Ding ding dong dong, cheerful and urgent.
My gypsy tambourine
This is my gypsy tambourine.
But these chords are fascinating.
This melody fascinates you.
The whole world is in harmony.
The whole world is full of harmony.
So please stop crying, children
Children, please dry your tears.
Sing with me.
Sing this song with me
When I was a little mare
Think back to your past.
A raging fire swept through my city.
My hometown was hit by a fire.
So they sent me to an orphanage.
I was sent to an orphanage.
He said, if you want to fit in, throw away those roots.
Said, "You are no longer a witch."
So I dug a thousand holes and cut a blanket out of an orphan pony.
Year after year, I became friends with orphans.
Now their memories are blurred, and their faces are blurred.
Although I blurred my appearance and forgot my face.
But I still know the lyrics of this song.
The lyrics are as clear as ever.
When you screw up all the bracelets
When you break all the relics
The people you love are falling apart.
All relatives are dead, too.
Listen to the jingle.
Ding ding dong dong, cheerful and urgent.
My gypsy tambourine
This is my gypsy tambourine.
But these chords are fascinating.
This melody fascinates you.
The whole world is in harmony.
The whole world is full of harmony.
So please stop crying, children
Children, please dry your tears.
Sing with me.
Sing this song with me
When you screw up all the bracelets
When you break all the relics
The people you love are falling apart.
All relatives are dead, too.
Listen to this jingle, winter and winter, cheerful and urgent jingle.
My gypsy tambourine
This is my gypsy tambourine.
But these chords are fascinating.
This melody fascinates you.
The whole world is in harmony.
The whole world is full of harmony.
So please stop crying, children
Children, please dry your tears.
Sing with me.
Sing this song with me