Lyrics of a pot of old wine by Peng Gaoping

Drink a pot of old wine

Let me go back

Looking back, I saw my mother's tears flowing

Every time I leave home

Mom, send my son to be a monk

Every time I leave home

Three steps and three turns

Drink a pot of old wine

Drunk in my heart

The strong fragrance is not enough

Every time you ask

Mom, you hold your hand

Every time you ask

Keep your children in mind

Drink this pot of old wine

Let me go back

Looking back, mom, you still wave

Year after year

Wrinkles climb up your head

Generations go like this

Spring, summer, winter and Autumn

Drink this pot of old wine

Let me go back

Look back and see mom, you haven't left yet

Year after year

Wrinkles climb up your head

Generations go like this

Spring, summer, winter and Autumn

Drink this pot of old wine

I didn't get what I wanted

Drink this pot of old wine

The dilemma of loyalty and filial piety

Drink this pot of old wine

That's your wine, mom

Never look back

I stride forward