in one's childhood
The stories of childhood are many and long
Hidden in my heart, never forget
Open the door and count
As if back to childhood
Catching loach, flying kite, baking sweet potato in the field
The bridegroom and the bride riding on the back of the ox
I was not busy with my homework when I was a child
Happy all year round
The stories of childhood are many and long
Hidden in my heart, never forget
Open the door and count
As if back to childhood
Catch a butterfly, catch a frog, catch a snake
Whistling, making faces and playing hide and seek at dusk
When I was a child, I was not very busy with my homework
Happy all year round
The stories of childhood are many and long
Hidden in my heart, never forget
Open the door and count
As if back to childhood
Catching loach, flying kite, baking sweet potato in the field
The bridegroom and the bride riding on the back of the ox
When I was a child, I was not very busy with my homework
Happy all year round
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