Zhuo Yiting's lyrics of grandma's house

The wind gently shook the branches of the hawthorn trees

The smell of the morning mist is like the light blue flowers on the roadside

The birds in my ears are talking

The dew on the tip of the grass wet the hair

Where are you going after that butterfly

At the end of the path is Grandma's house

Every ordinary corner hides a beautiful fairy tale

All happiness can't run out of grandma's fence

Old oil painting of silver tableware candlestick

Long boots accordion red Hawthorn

I fell asleep in the old blanket

Grandma, she gently kisses me on the cheek

The grass is yellow and sprouting, the river is frozen and melting

At the end of the path is my grandmother's house

The grass is yellow and sprouting, the river is frozen and melting

Now the end of the path is not my grandmother's

The wind gently shook the branches of the hawthorn trees

The smell of the morning mist is like the light blue flowers on the roadside

The birds in my ears are talking

The dew on the tip of the grass wet the hair

Where are you going after that butterfly

There is no grandmother's home after the path

There is no grandmother's home after the path