I went back to my old ways,
That very familiar alley;
I walked past my lover's house,
But it's empty.
The street is too narrow!
The gravel road is unbearable!
The house hit me on the head!
I tried my best to run!
In my tears
In my tears,
There are many flowers in full bloom,
My sigh,
Into a chorus of nightingales.
If you love me, girl,
I gave away all the flowers,
At your window,
Sing the song of the nightingale.