Lyrics of Mo Yanlin's your backpack

We were at the airport station in 1995

You lend me and I don't want to return it

The backpack is full of souvenirs and tribulations

And the pattern of friction

Your backpack is not rotten up to now

But become the other half of my body

If you don't change the gold, it's already familiar with my sweat

It's a ring on my shoulder

For six and a half years, I accompany him to work every day

I'll keep it for you if you lend it to me

My friends don't say it's old and good-looking

Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with you

Your backpack makes me walk so slowly

One day it will rot with me

Your backpack is a heavy judgment on me

Why don't you return what you borrowed

For six and a half years, I accompany him to work every day

I'll keep it for you if you lend it to me

My friends don't say it's old and good-looking

Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with you

Okay, let me slow you down

One day it will rot with me

Your backpack is a heavy judgment on me

Why don't you return what you borrowed

Your backpack makes me walk so slowly

One day it will rot with me

Your backpack is a heavy judgment on me

Why don't you return what you borrowed

Borrowed something why

No, not yet