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The Yellow couplets are still on the wall

Year after year, we can see the words of peace

In the rice bowl of my hometown where I never went back

My grandfather wrote a full letter in regular script

Huang Jinge crawls all over the carved doors and windows

The setting sun slants on the mottled brick wall

A house covered with beech planks

It's also filled with the bean paste made by grandma in those years

I began to imagine in black and white

What did mom and dad look like

A girl who speaks Wu Nong's soft language

Walking slowly across the Bund

The lost old days of 1943

Time slows down on the way to memory

The old neighborhood alley belongs to that era

The light sadness of white wall and black tile

The lost old days of 1943

Looking back, there's some wind and frost

Old turntables, old suitcases full

In the iron box of postcard

There is a rose petal hidden

Huang Jinge crawls all over the carved doors and windows

The setting sun slants on the mottled brick wall

A house covered with beech planks

It's also filled with the bean paste made by grandma in those years

I began to imagine in black and white

What did mom and dad look like

A girl who speaks Wu Nong's soft language

Walking slowly across the Bund

The lost old days of 1943

Time slows down on the way to memory

The old neighborhood alley belongs to that era

The light sadness of white wall and black tile

The lost old days of 1943

Looking back, there's some wind and frost

Old turntables, old suitcases full

In the iron box of postcard

There is a rose petal hidden