Lyrics of the eighth day of August(xiao shi ba yue chu ba ge ci )

The eighth day of August

Ripe persimmon and yellow rice

You came into the world

Grandfather and grandmother are busy

Pippi, go home

Big day, small you

Sheep under the stars

One trip in the world, one fate

Listen to me sing for you

We sat next to the high grain pile

The river of stars flows and whispers as usual

We sat next to the high grain pile

Listen to mom's story

We sat next to the high grain pile

Changing clothes and embracing growth

We sat next to the high grain pile

Through the desolation

Carry your bags on the way

Farewell to the cool autumn of hometown

It's sunny after hesitation

Singing under the white clouds

We sat next to the high grain pile

Star River flowing, heart yearning

We sat next to the high grain pile

Listen to mom's story

We sat next to the high grain pile

Changing clothes and embracing growth

We sat next to the high grain pile

Go through the desolation and talk about the past

Between me and the world, you are the Bay, the sail and the faithful ends of the cable

You are the fountain, the wind and the cry of childhood

Between me and the world, you are the frame, the window

It's a garden full of wild flowers

The night is your night, the night is your night

Between me and the world, you are the calendar, the compass

It's the light gliding in the dark, you're the resume, you're the bookmark, you're the preface at the end

Chinese PinYin : Xiao Shi Ba Yue Chu Ba Ge Ci