Lyrics of Qi Yu's the old man

He made a lonely tailor to wear as a dress

Through the expression that he looks dull

Through the way he came and went alone

He fixed the time every morning

He put loneliness on his face as a pair of glasses

There is a complaint about time

With nostalgia for the past

He fixed the time every morning

Imagine walking through the past again and again

Step on the foot of square inch to draw the picture of Tai Chi

The matter of age falls between the fingers

Things about years spit in the wind

The hand made a circle in the air

The future has gone for a while

Taiji in the morning

Push and pull game

However, he is a man called Lao

After all, I lost to my age

Everyone's story

Start with your own crying

End in someone else's cry

The matter of age falls between the fingers

Things about years spit in the wind

Everyone's story

Start with your own crying

End in someone else's cry