Lyrics of Jiang Jiang's old story of Nancheng

A small alley in the South City

Listen to the children playing

How many years later, it happened to be forgotten

It was midsummer night

Thinking about the south of the city

Under the bridge, the boat berths at the quay

Old parasol on the side of a horse's head

Which street is it now

Old film

Open air movie old courtyard

Breaking the strings of local music

The storyteller blew the sky

The rings are changing

Fold into grandfather's cocoon

The radio is in front of the door

I made a cup of tea and smoked

What happened in the south of the city is still unknown

The pub closed last year

Who is left to uncover the mottled wall tiles

Who buried the old days

Looking at the bright moon

I took advantage of my slight drunkenness to write old stories

I don't smell the snow outside the window

I only love the old street of qingshipu

Looking at the moon, drunk all night

I'm full of worries

I don't know how thin the ink is

I just want to go to the streets covered with years

Old film

Open air movie old courtyard

Breaking the strings of local music

The storyteller blew the sky

The rings are changing

Fold into grandfather's cocoon

The radio is in front of the door

I made a cup of tea and smoked

What happened in the south of the city is still unknown

The pub closed last year

Who is left to uncover the mottled wall tiles

Who buried the old days

Looking at the bright moon

I took advantage of my slight drunkenness to write old stories

I don't smell the snow outside the window

I only love the old street of qingshipu

Looking at the moon, drunk all night

I'm full of worries

I don't know how thin the ink is

I just want to go to the streets covered with years

A small alley in the South City

Listen to the children playing

How many years later, it happened to be forgotten

It was midsummer night

Thinking about the south of the city

Under the bridge, the boat berths at the quay

Old Wutong on horsehead wall

Which street is it now

Looking at the moon, drunk all night

I'm full of worries

I don't know how thin the ink is

I just want to go to the streets covered with years