Lyrics of Mo Wenwei's the hand of a son

At that time, the music was so lively that we were so ostentatious

Endless jokes

Who turned off the music and left the heart beating

Did you hear the drumbeat

Is it the right time for the tender night

Yearning in the dark

No one can stop the freedom of love

Nothing and no poverty

The wound should be treated slowly. Time is a good medicine

Everything is out of date

How hard it is to have a quiet night

After that, it's still winding

Should we not care who is right and who is wrong

Love is the first to flee

It doesn't matter how much I loved you

Keep memories and grow old with me

If I had hugged you

Is the ending not so sloppy

If I could do it all over again, would I

Take your hand and grow old with you

Should we not care who is right and who is wrong

Love is the first to flee

It doesn't matter how much I loved you

Keep memories and grow old with me

If I had hugged you

Is the ending not so sloppy

If I could do it all over again, would I

Take your hand and grow old with you

Grow old with you