Lyrics of Yaya music

Miss mixed rice, I want to have another bowl

Just like the pine smoke in the stream, it seems unchanged when I say goodbye

It's bitter and salty to be unable to shed tears

Clearly remember to put down the fear of people laughing and blindly cling to the edge

The old soup at the meat stall next door is hot

Many people did not say goodbye to each other

Swallowing this will warm your heart

Clearly remember to put down, not from the memory of the heart

The street lights are on, the moon is full

The wild grass and flowers are blooming on the hillside

When you come, when it's morning, when it's morning

When ten thousand leaves withered

The meat is cooked and the guests are seated

Ordinary who accompany me to get used to it

Miss mixed rice, I want to have another bowl

Just like the pine smoke in the stream, it seems unchanged when I say goodbye

It's bitter and salty to be unable to shed tears

Clearly remember to put down the fear of people laughing and blindly cling to the edge

The old soup at the meat stall next door is hot

Many people did not say goodbye to each other

Swallowing this will warm your heart

Clearly remember to put down, not from the memory of the heart

The moon is full, the lights are full

The wild grass and flowers are blooming on the hillside

When you come, when it's morning, when it's morning

When ten thousand leaves withered

The street lights are on, the moon is full

The wild grass and flowers are blooming on the hillside

When you come, when it's morning, when it's morning

When ten thousand leaves withered