Lyrics of Xu Binglong's "Nian Nian"

Back to the little diagonal desk

Everyone's gone with time

What did the torrent of June wash away

It's mostly a promise of collapse

In the old playground where you can't run

All the wind blows into your clothes

You always hold me in the back of the bike

Young Fisherman's hat and green orange summer

I fell year after year

In the twinkling of an eye, I bumped into the adult world again

But the youth has not written the speech well

Let me understand more slowly

Growing up turns out to be a chronic farewell

How lingering

Back to the cold and humid southern town

The familiar fog once filled us

You always like to draw rough pictures

Give it to the boy who loves to read poetry at night

I fell year after year

In the twinkling of an eye, I bumped into the adult world again

But the youth has not written the speech well

Let me understand more slowly

Growing up turns out to be a chronic farewell

How lingering

I fell year after year

In the twinkling of an eye, I bumped into the adult world again

But I haven't learned how to be lonely

Let me understand more slowly

Growing up turns out to be a chronic farewell

We must make a decision

The hand of time always refuses to delay

I hope tomorrow will always be fresh