The lyrics of Zhao Lei's young Jin Shi

Back to may at the end of spring

There are not many people in the early morning market

The child was singing in front of the door

The sun warms the river

Catkins are blowing in the gale

People in the shadow of trees want to sleep

Silent people from now on

Start to be happy

Take off the puppet of winter

My blue white shirt

In the pocket of youth

The first cigarette

My new love

I never dare to tell you

There's only one bus to the city

There are no cafes or luxury shops yet

Smiling face with head up in a clear blue sky

Love hate simple

The bell struck the sunset

The tarmac leaped over the hillside

All the way to the north

It's our imagination

I haven't experienced it since I grew up

A house full of ivy

Neighbors under the eaves

Galloping in the dusk

Persimmon trees are ripe in autumn

It's enough for us to eat for a long time

The radio is sitting by the head of the bed

Playful youngsters hold on to comic books

Accompany me to sleep is the sorrow of the moon

And a pillow full of dreams

A pillow full of saliva

My blue white shirt

In the pocket of youth

The first cigarette

My new love

I never dare to tell you

There's only one bus to the city

There are no cafes or luxury shops yet

Smiling face with head up in a clear blue sky

Love hate simple

Love hate simple

Love hate simple

Love hate simple

Love hate simple