Lyrics of the boy with a pipe by Xu Liang

I stand alone under the old eaves to avoid the rain

Besieged I do not know how to avoid

In the distance came the sound of war, the wolves in the forest

Keep your eyes on me and relax your vigilance at that moment

The pocket watch that followed me for ten years sold for only one silver coin

My heart has never expected what is lucky

Your rosy, innocent and romantic expression in old photos

Is that you in the carriage now

Second hand in didi didi didi began to miss the past

A grey shirt and an orange scarf

The scenery of good harvest in wheat field, the wine is not strong

The pencil I drew for you is still in my drawer

Second hand in didi didi didi began to miss the past

The pipe in the palm of my hand, the dark clouds beside me

Occasionally I will think of the appointment when you were a child

There is also the sentence that I love you

I sold a silver watch for ten years

My heart has never expected what is lucky

Your rosy, innocent and romantic expression in old photos

Is that you in the carriage now

Second hand in didi didi didi began to miss the past

A grey shirt and an orange scarf

The scenery of good harvest in wheat field, the wine is not strong

The pencil I drew for you is still in my drawer

Second hand in didi didi didi began to miss the past

The pipe in the palm of my hand, the dark clouds beside me

Occasionally I will think of the appointment when you were a child

There is also the sentence that I love you

Second hand in didi didi didi began to miss the past

An orange scarf with a grey shirt

The scenery of good harvest in wheat field, the wine is not strong

The pencil I drew for you is still in my drawer

Second hand in didi didi didi began to miss the past

The pipe in the palm of my hand, the dark clouds beside me

Occasionally I will think of the appointment when you were a child

There is also the sentence that I love you