Lyrics of "if there is an afterlife" by Tan Weiwei

People used to harvest in April

Lying on the high grain pile, laughing

I walked through the golden wheat fields

Go sing to the scarecrow

Waiting for the downwind to blow by

You pass by a small town called me

Just then the snow on the roof turned into rain

You're wearing transparent clothes

Sing for me alone

It's all my favorite songs

Let's go to the lake on the prairie

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back

When we all grow up, we'll have a baby

He will grow up and go away, and we will go away

I'll write to you. You won't reply

be it so

People used to harvest in April

Lying on the high grain pile, laughing

I walked through the golden wheat fields

Go sing to the scarecrow

Waiting for the downwind to blow by

You pass by a small town called me

Just then the snow on the roof turned into rain

You're wearing transparent clothes

Sing for me alone

It's all my favorite songs

Let's go to the lake on the prairie

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back

When we all grow up, we'll have a baby

He will grow up and go away, and we will go away

I'll write to you. You won't reply

Say it

To the lakeside of the prairie

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back

When we all grow up, we'll have a baby

He will grow up and go away, and we will go away

You don't have to reply when I write to you

be it so

La la la...

Oh Oh Oh

be it so