Lyrics of sun Zihan's "old wounds of literature and art"

Yellow time

It belongs to the old wounds of their time

It's air dried. It's said

By whose pen write desolate

The fragrance in his words

Talking is the fashion of the old days

Her heart will never forget

His literary and artistic image of youth

Old Shanghai

The song in the night shuttles in that ancient lane

The drunken Paper Street

Many people scrambled for tickets

She has a charming smile

She is so beautiful that he can only appreciate it from a distance

The rain keeps falling

Whose feelings are poured

She couldn't hear the lightness of his broken heart

The rain keeps falling

Some love can't burn

His poem describes the night in sadness

The fragrance in his words

Talking is the fashion of the old days

Her heart will never forget

His literary and artistic image of youth

Old Shanghai

The song in the night shuttles in that ancient lane

Many people scramble for street tickets

She has a charming smile

She is so beautiful that he can only appreciate it from a distance

The rain keeps falling

Whose feelings are poured

She couldn't hear the lightness of his broken heart

The rain keeps falling

Some love can't burn

His poem describes the night in sadness

The rain keeps falling

Whose feelings are poured

She couldn't hear the lightness of his broken heart

The rain keeps falling

But I can't wash it out

The unreasonableness that cannot be washed away is still glossy