Train cars passed through the tunnel one after another
The organ smells like kapok
Raise your head and count the streets of the old days
How many stories do we have?
Alienated city and frivolous youth
Only you know how bitter and sweet it is
There is a voice that cannot be forgotten
I still remember my grandma singing softly to me
Children, don't forget
Life's encounters have their own rules
One day when the world changes
Don't forget the original color of the sky
The fun of chasing in the sunshine in the rice fields
Paper boats float in the water by the river
The dandelion blows away the thoughts and floats in the wind
That's the mark of summer
After growing up
will you forget
We have to hook up and make an agreement
Who knows what will happen in the future?
I remember there was a song that went like this
Intention: