The lyrics of Buchuan's poor and happy

Heavy rain fell on the eaves

Light rain is spreading inside the house

You cover it with a basin

I smile and hold your hand

The old shoes are in front of the door

How many years have I been with you

How many patches are there

Witness our oath

The thick dust in the window has not changed for a long time

We left poems on it

I believe that poor romance is true happiness

Instead of wasting money on a walk

No matter how hard it is

I'm satisfied with you

I believe that happiness comes after suffering

A little sweet life is better than a villa

No matter how upset or helpless you are

The happy country we have will not come to an end

The old shoes are in front of the door

How many years have I been with you

How many patches are there

Witness our oath

The thick dust in the window has not changed for a long time

We left poems on it

I believe that poor romance is true happiness

Instead of wasting money on a walk

No matter how hard it is

I'm satisfied with you

I believe that happiness comes after suffering

A little sweet life is better than a villa

No matter how upset or helpless you are

A happy country will not have a happy ending

I believe that poor romance is true happiness

Instead of wasting money on a walk

No matter how hard it is

I'm satisfied with you

I believe that happiness comes after suffering

A little sweet life is better than a villa

No matter how upset or helpless you are

The happy country we have will not come to an end