Dim lights, old tables and chairs
In the smog
I saw her standing on that little stage
Tearful Candlestick, notched goblet
In the noise of laughter
I saw her standing on that little stage
Sing softly, sing softly
I can't hide my hoarse voice
Gently swing, gently swing
Can't cover the vicissitudes of life
Teach me a little bit
Will the oceans and deserts change
Teach me a little bit
What kind of man is worthy of nostalgia
Teach me a little bit
How to distinguish March from September
Teach me a little bit
What kind of man is worthy of nostalgia
Music......
Dim old tables and dim old chairs
In the smog
I saw her standing on that little stage
Sing softly, sing softly
I can't hide my hoarse voice
Gently swing, gently swing
Teach me a little bit
Will the oceans and deserts change
Teach me a little bit
What kind of man is worthy of nostalgia
Teach me a little bit
How to distinguish March from September
Teach me a little bit
What kind of man is worthy of nostalgia
Can't cover the vicissitudes of life
Teach me a little bit
Will the oceans and deserts change
Teach me a little bit
What kind of man is worthy of nostalgia
Teach me a little bit
How to distinguish March from September
Teach me a little bit
What kind of man is worthy of nostalgia
Teach me a little bit
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