The sewing machine under your feet is spinning and rattling
In 1992, he opened a small shop in the market to make clothes for his neighbors
That baby of yours has just been able to walk before she has teeth. She didn't want to grow up
Aunt sun of the barber shop next door said he looks like you
Days are like the dust covered and degummed windowsills on the shady green old windows
Rising tide of the harbor, you lead me through the far shore, roses are sprouting
La la la la la la la la
The sewing machine under your feet is spinning and rattling
Pick up the needle and thread, put the years and old leather on the hanger
The school must go through Shangshui. When the shop moved to Zhengzhou road, it was just spring break
The bustling yanjiashan market is about to be filled with demolished bricks and tiles
Some things don't feel afraid until you hear the joke without regret
It's only when youth is gone that you realize that you don't know where life is falling
La la la la la la la la la
The sewing machine under your feet is spinning and rattling
Turn around the little home, turn around the wet season, turn around the temples have white hair
A few peas at the kitchen ice beer table don't rest until late in the evening
How many day and night depreciation into wrinkles, quietly hide the burden into the pillow
Time is collapsing in the daily life of not refusing to grow old and not feeling profit and loss
You still turn and turn and turn to the far away, far away I do not like words, tossing about the concern
La la la la
You still turn and turn and turn to the distance, far away I have a lot of words, not very good expression
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