Lyrics of old street by Li Ronghao(li rong hao lao jie ge ci )

A faded picture

It seems to bring me a little nostalgia

Hot noodle soup sold by the old man at the end of the alley

The smell permeated the old backyard

The stray cat is rocking the swing

He squinted at the sunset

The postcard from my deskmate

Lie quietly inside the desk

The end of spring

And there are carved curtains

On both sides of a long narrow passage

The old house is still smoking

Just after the light rain season

The old street where my parents walked together again

I can't remember which day of which year

Long and short years

I can't go back now

Time has long passed

The ticket in my hand is gradually blurred

It's a memory signal

I don't know what I can't forget

I can't remember what I looked like

Can't see, can't go

Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness

The smile at the corner of the mouth is more and more reluctant

I don't know what I can't forget

I can't put down familiar clips

Looking back, it has been many years

Look at the sky through your fingers

I went back to the old street

Leaning away from you

The end of spring

And there are carved curtains

On both sides of a long narrow passage

The old house is still smoking

Just after the light rain season

The old street where my parents walked together again

I can't remember which day of which year

The years are short and long

I can't go back now

Time has long passed

The ticket in my hand is gradually blurred

It's a memory signal

I don't know what I can't forget

I can't remember what I looked like

Can't see, can't go

Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness

The smile at the corner of the mouth is more and more reluctant

I don't know what I can't forget

I can't put down familiar clips

Looking back, it has been many years

Look at the sky through your fingers

I went back to the old street

Leaning away from you

Chinese PinYin : Li Rong Hao Lao Jie Ge Ci