Lyrics of Lao Lang's model love letter

I'm the oak tree where you sit by the window

I'm the book in your hand when you first shed tears

I'm the candle you watched on spring night

I am the delicate clothes you wear in autumn

I want you to open your window in summer

I want you to take my hand in the afternoon

I want you to look me in your eyes

Tell me the sadness of my first love silently

The city has spread out its map of loneliness

How can I find where you are waiting for me

I'm like every child in love

Growing up lonely on the street

I'm like every child in love

Growing up lonely on the string in the street

I'm the oak tree where you sit by the window

I'm the book in your hand when you first shed tears

I'm the candle you watched on spring night

I am the delicate clothes you wear in autumn

I want you to open your window in summer

I want you to take my hand in the afternoon

I want you to look me in your eyes

Then tell me the sadness of my first love silently

The city has spread out its map of loneliness

How can I find where you are waiting for me

I'm like every child in love

Growing up lonely on the string in the street

I'm like every child in love

Growing up lonely on the string in the street