Take a walk down the old road, see the scenery, and listen to the old songs that circulate......

Wait for the sunrise and dusk and sing your favorite songs......

Wander around the beach, surf the waves, and blow the salty sea breeze......

Hold your little hand, hook your tail fingers, and say softly I love you......

Stroll through the countryside and the spring breeze caresses your long hair.

Walking in the countryside, the rain and dew wet your clothes.

Wander the beach and the waves wash your feet.

Walking alone on the top of the mountain, the clouds float in your heart.

Walk a path that no one has trodden.

Look at a place with unusual scenery.

Meet a group of friends of all shapes.

I understand some of the truths that I am familiar with.

Nostalgia or nostalgia is no longer important.

met, but separated, the story has an ending.

Once acquainted, but now they are strangers.

also fell in love with each other, and it still hurts my heart.

An old song, half a line.

A glass of spirits, half a cigarette.

A love story, half a distraction.

A vow, half a heart.

The liquor is especially there, the fireworks have been extinguished, but there is no trace of the past.

The old road is still the same, the scenery is unique, and the Yiren are no longer there.

--- Chuanzi, Zichuan