Lyrics of Pan Anbang's "recalling childhood"

Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year, wandering on the road

Recollection of children's affairs intensifies playfulness, and the scene is just like yesterday

There are a bunch of old plum trees in the thatched cottage, and the chairs are often sitting

How can you trust your leisure in the rain

Childhood joy, this joy can not be chiseled

Childhood joy, this joy can not be chiseled

Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year, wandering on the road

Recollection of children's affairs intensifies playfulness, and the scene is just like yesterday

There are a bunch of old plum trees in the thatched cottage, and the chairs are often sitting

How can you trust your leisure in the rain

Childhood joy, this joy can not be chiseled

Childhood joy, this joy can not be chiseled

There are a bunch of old plum trees in the thatched cottage, and the chairs are often sitting

How can you trust your leisure in the rain

Childhood joy, this joy can not be chiseled

Childhood joy, this joy can not be chiseled