Lyrics of a Jian's old story(a jian chen nian jiu shi ge ci )

Spring morning in 1985

I carry a schoolbag that serves the people

Kicking stones on the ground

Out of the house of three tile roofed houses

I overslept to stand on the playground

I don't know pocket money and afternoon tea

Five stresses and four beauties

Climb up to the roof of the room to see the distance

Childhood in the blink of an eye

I'm going, guys

Let's make up

Good time as a child 17 inch black and white TV

The face of a young mother of a little girl surnamed Ma

Faded black and white photos

Lao Zhang's Qingqi Motorcycle

People cool off in bungalows after sunset

Building D1, South Gate of the ancient city in 2015

I play the piano in my room at dawn

Wasted time

Twenty years later, 100 kilometers away from home

Seems to have been able to endure

The power of growth is warm and sentimental

Good time as a child 17 inch black and white TV

The face of a young mother of a little girl surnamed Ma

Faded black and white photo of Lao Zhang's Qingqi Motorcycle

People cool off in bungalows after sunset

The sun hung high in the clear blue sky

Mother sat on the stone at the door of the house

My sister in my arms danced and cried

Be his backer and sun

Let's turn back the clock

I lay on the sofa

Say the stupidest thing in life

Mom, I want to go back to my childhood home

Twenty years later, time did not turn back

Aging as promised

I rely on the past

Wasted the rest of his life

Chinese PinYin : A Jian Chen Nian Jiu Shi Ge Ci