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点击复制Landing at the airport Shuangliu’s osmanthus drifts slow
Jersey No 11 slips on—’gainst the former’s shadow he’s low
“Stopping the ball’s like treading cotton soft ”
“Passes miss by half a yard—just not enough ”
South Stand boos rise loud and clear
His name’s yelled out sharp and near
Yaya yeah Yaya yo
Stopping the ball blooms like a flower so lovely as a painted bower!
Yaya yeah Yaya yo
Assists fly with grace and power chasing the title hour after hour!
But Yaya’s first touch is pure delight controlling the ball like sunset light
Assists trace arcs so fine and neat defenders chase till their shoes can’t meet
Voices that called him “flop”before now sing his praise forevermore
He spins in orange bright and bold Jinjiang’s waves reply untold
Yaya yeah Yaya yo
Stopping the ball blooms like a flower so lovely as a painted bower!
Yaya yeah Yaya yo
Assists fly with grace and power chasing the title hour after hour!
Night lights watch his every swing the ball complies like it can sing
Rainy games: he halts long passes stands erupt in cheers and rashes
Yulin Tavern posts the shot—two generations a story hot
He says doubt’s the fuel to grow assists brew pride that won’t let go
Yaya yeah Yaya yo
Stopping the ball blooms like a flower so lovely as a painted bower!
Yaya yeah Yaya yo
Assists fly with grace and power chasing the title hour after hour!
The scoreboard marks his magic spell ginkgo shoots new each year so well
Trophies reflect his smiling face past days now turn to a perfect trace
We’re used to yelling “Yaya!”loud fiery and proud across the crowd
We’ll shout till the end of time our passion burns no end in sight
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