Lyrics of Zheng Guofeng's reviewed diary

The wind is blowing outside the window. The fallen leaves are floating

Is it cold to add clothes? I'm worried about it

Who will rub your hand when it gets cold

I still have your letter

Who's still waiting at the shabby station

I know I can't wait for your car, but I'm still standing there

You say it or not

The twists and turns of the past

It's devalued

Can we make another appointment

I want to hold your hand again

It's just different from

The tenderness of the past

The wind is blowing outside the window. The fallen leaves are floating

Is it cold to add clothes? I'm worried about it

Who will rub your hand when it gets cold

I still have your letter

Who's still waiting at the shabby station

I know I can't wait for your car, but I'm still standing there

You say it or not

The twists and turns of the past

It's devalued

Can we make another appointment

I want to hold your hand again

It's just different from

The tenderness of the past

There is no reason to keep you

What you say is an excuse

Who can understand the withered and yellow earth

You pretend you forgot

The moment I said I wanted to marry you

I remember

Can you make another appointment to wait

I'll be more active this time

It's just different from

The tenderness of the past

It's just different from

The first touch