The rain in the old city continues
The peach blossoms beside the dilapidated old house have long since withered
The original snow-white walls are also covered with ivy.
Only a few celadon lamps in the house are left, and a white dress is left
I spent all my time and mottled the years
The streets are still bustling
Pedestrians walking in a hurry
It's just that no one remembers that back then, someone said a few words
Then sang all the glitz