The noisy painting of oil paint depicts wandering, and the sneakers pass by the sadness
The child playing the guitar is as melancholy as Yanghua
Time flies away and sadness is blown by the wind.
You and I, who fled from under the hooves, will never be able to regain our youth again.
The invincible ballad, the youth of Bai Lige
Percussion creates a faint fragrance of gardenia, which penetrates the soul
Winter cuts through the white snow, and the fairy tale is defeated
All that remains are traces of disillusionment