Lyrics of food by Cai fangmeng

foodstuff

Brother, you are in the black land

Grow golden grain

You use golden grain

In exchange for the pale me

Brother, I want to sit on the high grain

Imagine my red wedding dress

I want to keep the golden grain

Keep the happiness of life

We use it to make bars

Brother, with your blood, my bone

We keep a promise

Brother, look at me. Don't talk

Actually, they all know that

I'm your woman

On the day the wine is made

I will die in your arms

Actually, they all know that

I'm your woman

On the day the wine is made

I will die in your arms

Brother, you are in the black land

Grow golden grain

You use golden grain

In exchange for the pale me

Brother, I want to sit on the high grain

Imagine my red wedding dress

I want to keep the golden grain

Keep the happiness of life

We use it to make bars

Brother, with your blood, my bone

We keep a promise

Brother, look at me. Don't talk

Actually, they all know that

I'm your woman

On the day the wine is made

I will die in your arms

Actually, they all know that

I'm your woman

On the day the wine is made

I will die in your arms