Dedicated to youth's dead love

If I can still live to the next century

I will still follow your footsteps.

If we still stay at

17-year-old beautiful summer

I will still be on the roadside full of wildflowers.

Quietly and quietly waiting for you

Your white heart

Gardenia with rich aroma

Your beautiful brunette

The most beautiful love flutters in the wind

Your slender fingers

Playing day after day

Song about youthfulness

Every dusk after you leave

At the beginning of the Hua Deng, the streetscape is dim

After you leave, belongs to my spring

No more fragrant flowers

When the voice of the years gradually sounds

Say loudly, I love you ten million times.

Not enough, still not enough

When the morning bell rings through each hill

Quickly pull out the sadness that I can't heal

Not enough, absolutely not enough

In the early morning of each open eye

The first thing is

Plug a coin into my piggy bank

A coin is a hope

A coin is a miss

I have to wait until my hair is white.

I will give you this heavy coin in person.

I want you to know

I am thinking about your endless day and night.

Standing on the tail of youth

Wen Yi pot of rice wine

Paying homage to my dead love

Let all that unpleasant memories

All turned into the wind that whizzed past the ear

I am on a cliff

Never fading red rose

Experienced the wind and rain

Endured ice and sun

Still, still looking forward to

Your return

Don't care about the damn past and present

I just want to say, love for you.

No deadline, no regrets

I am willing to

May use the darkness of the cave for seven years.

In exchange for your short seven days of companionship