Lyrics of a Jian's letter to Zhiguo

Do shikok remember me

Since the last time I went to your house

Twenty years have passed

Remember the peddler in the alley

Hawking in the early morning

Weighing vegetables

The crowd gathered and dispersed

The old people talked about the past

A sip of salt is a sip of wine

Ordinary people's home

The west wind blows eastward

Later

I came to the city

There's another one around

I'm on sale

Later

Someone's walking away

Shield delete pull black

Cell phones waste you and me

Can you pick up those days

The collapsed mud wall is hidden in the ocean at the bottom of the drawer

After a simple lunch, sit on a park bench

Recognize hometown

I dozed off in the sun

When I wake up

The old people sang songs

The melody is old and not sad

But I heard tears

Friends

I want to see you again

Time has not changed

Flying us

I hope so

Go on every other time

Ignore the past and greetings

Go south to the end of the alley

We are young and clear

Will we shed tears

Sitting by the heater in early winter

Nostalgic tell some heartfelt

Or silent, speechless

Go on every other time

Ignore the past and tenderness

Go south to the end of the alley

We are young and clear

Will we shed tears

Sitting by the heater in early winter

Nostalgic tell some heartfelt

Or silent, speechless

Do shikok remember me

Since the last time I went to your house

It's the end of my life