It's raining in the village
Winding into this ink painting
Memories are still whispering all the way
At that time, he was
Old fence beside reed field
A string of laughter
He is always babbling when he is young
The smile on his face is stupid
Who steps on the ripples
Rafts in the story
Singing and leading him home
La la la la la
The boat has a long history
I steal a youth carefully and hide it under the tree
La la la la la
The moon is still in the sunset
Kissing the sunset of childhood
Where is the firefly? Come home with me
Rape flowers green in midsummer
The butterfly bypasses the age
We used to make sand with great care
Bury those whispers
Who steps on the ripples
Rafts in the story
Singing and leading him home
La la la la la
The boat has a long history
I steal a youth carefully and hide it under the tree
La la la la la
The moon is still in the sunset
Kissing the sunset of childhood
Where is the firefly? Come home with me
La la la la la
The boat has a long history
I steal a youth carefully and hide it under the tree
La la la la la
Miss with the smoke floating where
Silver light sleeping on the lake
Fireflies on the river bank come home with me
Little crescent stone street painting
The little voice box is hoarse behind the corner
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