Lyrics of "spring to Shajiabang" by Du Meina(du mei na chun lai sha jia bang ge ci )

Some of the past may be forgotten

That love is wrapped in my heart

Some songs can no longer be sung

The beautiful tone echoed to my ears

No trace in spring and frost in autumn

Always want to recall more feel confused more feel confused

But you look pretty

Always in my heart

Build up seven star stove and cook three rivers in copper pot

Open the eight immortals table to entertain the sixteen

The reeds are green and blue

Fish, rice, flowers and willows

Fishing songs come to Shajiabang in spring

Build up seven star stove and cook three rivers in copper pot

Open the eight immortals table to entertain the sixteen

The reeds are green and blue

Fragrant willow, fish and rice

Fishing songs come to Shajiabang in spring

Build up seven star stove and cook three rivers in copper pot

Open the eight immortals table to entertain the sixteen

The reeds are green and blue

Fish, rice, flowers and willows

Fishing songs come to Shajiabang in spring

Chinese PinYin : Du Mei Na Chun Lai Sha Jia Bang Ge Ci