Lyrics of "the beauty of old time" by Qiya

Soft wind blowing into the dream

I wake up like a dream, sitting in a familiar classroom

The teacher's chalk hit me in the middle of the eyebrow

And you who are laughing at me

So stable and so familiar

In the twinkling of an eye, how many years have passed by

There is no place to stay forever

I cry to the road where you disappear

A drop of concern slipped down my cheek

Not every story is worth remembering

Every old song is worth singing again

But I still stay in the old time

Because I always think of you

Not every scene is worth standing

Every time you feel sad or happy, it's worth immersing yourself

I can't hold you

But suddenly calm heart

Smell of life into the throat is plain

There is a new starting point for people after tea cools

Sometimes we are close, sometimes we are far away

Countless looking back, but always wipe the shoulder

I acquiesced and resisted fate

Not every story is worth remembering

Every old song is worth singing again

But I still stay in the old time

Because I always think of you

I should let go of my obsession and listen to my inner voice

Respond with a smile instead of a fist

Bits and pieces of the old days

Let me have you