Lyrics of Zhao Shuo's the old man

Yellowing photos

Quietly placed in front of the wooden table

Impulsive, stubborn and vexed

Spend one's life thinking

He sat next to me

Blushed by the sunset

Suddenly sighed that time had changed

Everything will change

The old man locked his heart in the old box

Rusted on the wrinkles

Tobacco and wine are tacit partners

White hair like moonlight

The old man polished his glasses and aimed them at the moon

Calling for her

But there was no answer

Suddenly I burst into tears

La la

The kite flies to the sky

The old man cut the thread in his hand

The child looks up and falls

He was laughing stealthily

When spring has come

Why are flowers still in bud

He said the last piece of snow melted

He will run

The old man took the piano out of the old box

Back in the years

The melody is like the time of youth

Sing to the beloved girl

The old man polished his glasses and aimed them at the moon

Like seeing her

The dance steps are melodious in the breeze

That night outside Moscow

The dance steps are melodious in the breeze

That night outside Moscow