Lyrics of 50 years by Hu Botao

Stay in the memorial hall, wake up at night, the rain has stopped, white and pure moonlight through the transparent sky, stop in the memorial hall, like a kind of moral, a kind of enlightenment, also like a kind of comfort.

The candle has already burned out, and the letters carrying endless sadness in the boxes around us still reflect the scenes interwoven between the two worlds 50 years ago, just like the stars accidentally spilled in the Milky way.

Open the door of the memorial hall, the gentle sky and the sleeping mountain are so beautiful that people dare not touch them easily. Sitting outside the door, the breeze caresses the treetops, and the chill and silence slowly permeate the body.

We are all wandering in the world without lighthouse, unable to predict the destination, and have no way to go back to where we are. Until you and I meet, there will be another lonely city that can only accommodate two people.

When you are here, the lonely city is the whole world. It is the lonely sea that rises endless stars. It is the peaceful sunset in the tired desert. It is the warm lights in the cold night. It is the calm sunshine after the rainstorm.

When you are away, there is only one lonely city left in the world, countless shaking nights, skylights covered by yellow sand, words frozen in winter, and hearts worn out by memories.

And tired people, will eventually abandon the city to leave, return to the road, but the heart is sad to understand, even if the city gate is locked, also can't lock once the flower vine wall, even go to the distance, also can't walk out of the moonlight at that time.