Lyrics of 1:39:7 by ediq

I used to cycle twice on the playground,

I can't dry my bedroom clothes when I look up in overcast days without wind.

In the basketball match, a group of girls yelled with boiling water,

At 6:30 every day, there are people lining up for meals in the catering group.

Shorts and vests are crawling across the balcony in a cauliflower field,

There are night vendors around the school gate,

In winter, I don't think of running in the early morning,

Walking with her by the willow river, I dare not even hold her hand,

Seven years, three months and six days after hell military training,

Every day I go to work and work to earn money. My classmates have changed,

Occasionally turn out the phone and ask where the city of work is?

When our life was as simple as dough.