Two hundred lyrics of "who do I pretend to be sad with in Taiyuan"

I went south along Bingzhou road

In the street, I saw a young man with his head down and he didn't know where to go

His face is paler than mine, and more ugly than mine

I want to ask you, young man, why

Sing a sad song to you, please don't cry

Light a cheap cigarette for you, so you don't doubt it

You are always silent. Whose fault is it

Every time I see you, you are always inexplicably sad

For this world, I don't want to say more. In fact, I live with the same pain as you

Sing a sad song to you, please don't cry

Light a cheap cigarette for you, so you don't doubt it

Sing a sad song to you, please don't cry

Light a cheap cigarette for you, so you don't doubt it