Lyrics of Han Baoyi's "childhood + your cold hands + visit spring"

Childhood + your cold hands + visit spring

On the banyan tree by the pond

Cicadas are calling for summer

On the swing by the playground

Only the butterfly is still on it

The teacher's chalk on the blackboard

I'm still trying to Twitter and write

Waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school

Childhood waiting for games

There's everything in the Welfare Club

There's no dime in my pocket

Zhuge sirang and the devil party

Who in the world got the sword

The boy in the next class

Why haven't you passed my window

Snacks in the mouth, cartoons in the hand

Childhood of first love in heart

No one knows why

The sun always goes down to the other side of the mountain

No one can tell me

Are there any immortals living in the mountain

How many days

Always a person in a daze facing the sky

So curious, so fanciful

Such a lonely childhood

The morning sun is shining on me

On the lake

On that little white sail

Happy forward

There was a storm last night

The shirt was wet with flowers

Your cold hands

I want to make it warm

The lovely guitar is playing again

It's in your little hand again

The wonderful string again

Singing the song of laughter again

There was a storm last night

The shirt was wet with flowers

Your cold hands

I want to make it warm

The morning sun is shining on me

On the lake

On that little white sail

Happy forward

There was a storm last night

The shirt was wet with flowers

Your cold hands

I want to make it warm

That year we came to the top of a small mountain

The top of the mountain with thick rain

You fly into spring

We go into the poem with deep image

You say I'm like a poetic raindrop

Gently floating on your beauty

Ah... I've been drunk several times

I've been drunk several times

That year we came to the top of a small mountain

The top of the mountain with thick rain

You fly into spring

We go into the poem with deep image

You say I'm like a poetic raindrop

Gently floating on your beauty

Ah... I've been drunk several times

I've been drunk several times

That year we came to the top of a small mountain

The top of the mountain with thick rain

You fly into spring

We go into the poem with deep image

You say I'm like a poetic raindrop

Gently floating on your beauty

Ah... I've been drunk several times

I've been drunk several times

This year I come to your door again

You just use soft black eyes

Say sorry softly

There is no spring in this season