Once people live longer
Because of memory
Some words become more and more important
It's not that simple anymore
When I was a child, trees were trees
Climb up against the wind
Overlooking the rolling wheat waves
Overlooking the whole North China Plain
It's a pity. Time
Gradually occupied by growth
Patience, no change
A glance by the way
Then there was a lover
Inadvertently appear slowly
The voice is bright and joyful
His name is tree, tree
Walk with him for a while
I talked to him a lot
What do you think you'll keep
But soon said goodbye
It's a pity. In the twinkling of an eye
All became memories
The tree, the tree is standing there
Nothing has changed
Many years have passed
We all get old, too
The tree, the tree is still there
It seems that time has not passed
When I was a child, trees were trees
Climb up against the wind
The waves of wheat are rolling
Overlooking the whole North China Plain
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