Swing in the valley
In the silence, the setting sun surrounds the eaves
My hometown is still my old friend, but I can't see it
Skylark on the branch
Flowers on the ridge
No one to pick, own water to pick up
How much is left in the past
Fragments of memory
The sound of rain beating banana outside the window is far away
Only they can't sleep at night
Lovers leave without saying goodbye
Only leave empty miss
The candle in the room is dim and the lamp is on and off
Only they are lonely
In the end, infatuation and bitter love
It's nothing but empty
Swing in the valley
In the silence, the setting sun surrounds the eaves
My hometown is still my old friend, but I can't see it
Skylark on the branch
Flowers on the ridge
No one to pick, own water to pick up
How much is left in the past
Fragments of memory
The sound of rain beating banana outside the window is far away
Only they can't sleep at night
Lovers leave without saying goodbye
Only leave empty miss
The candle in the room is dim and the lamp is on and off
Only they are lonely
In the end, infatuation and bitter love
It's nothing but empty
The sound of rain beating banana outside the window is far away
Only they can't sleep at night
Lovers leave without saying goodbye
Only leave empty miss
After all, the pleasure is gone
Who is left alone
In the end, joy and sorrow
It's not worth the breeze
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