Lyrics of Shanghai 1943 by Shi Aimin(shi ai min shang hai ge ci )

The Yellow couplets are still on the wall

A few words can be seen vaguely: peace all the year round

In the rice bowl of my hometown where I never went back

My grandfather wrote a full letter in regular script

Huang Jinge crawls all over the carved doors and windows

The setting sun slants on the mottled brick wall

The beech planks still filled the room

Soy sauce made by Grandma

I began to imagine in black and white

What did mom and dad look like

The girl with a soft voice of Wu Nong walked slowly across the Bund

The lost old days of 1943

Time slows down on the way to memory

Old neighborhood alley

It is the light sadness that belongs to the white walls and black tiles of that era

The lost old days of 1943

Looking back, there's some wind and frost

Old turntable, old suitcase

There is a rose petal hidden in the iron box full of postcards

Huang Jinge crawls all over the carved doors and windows

The setting sun slants on the mottled brick wall

The beech planks still filled the room

Soy sauce made by Grandma

I began to imagine in black and white

What did mom and dad look like

The girl with a soft voice of Wu Nong walked slowly across the Bund

The lost old days of 1943

Time slows down on the way to memory

Old neighborhood alley

It is the light sadness that belongs to the white walls and black tiles of that era

The lost old days of 1943

Looking back, there's some wind and frost

Old turntable, old suitcase

There is a rose petal hidden in the iron box full of postcards

Chinese PinYin : Shi Ai Min Shang Hai Ge Ci