Singer: Lao Lang
It's sweet to think of long-lost things.
Long-lost people are still in the first album.
I will look at the blue mailbox you left from time to time.
Whose window is the pink curtain you are taking away now?
I feel that the first year is not far away.
Shy, you asked me the fate of two people.
Hold your little hand and kiss your red smiling face.
You lean on my shoulder at a loss.
Say you'll always
Time leaves no trace, forgetting the person you love.
You and I will be old and can't even see the photos clearly.
Only your scorpion is still hidden in my diary.
Red as fire, a maple leaf engraved with your heart and mine.
Back to our campus that afternoon.
Girls in twos and threes came from the sunshine.
The laughter floated in front of the branches of the phoenix.
Occasionally, a pair of eyes looking back stung me the most.
Time leaves no trace.
Forget the person you love.
You and I will be old and can't even see the photos clearly.
Only your scorpion is still hidden in my diary.
Red as fire, a maple leaf engraved with your heart and mine.
Time and tide wait for no man.
No matter how deep the oath is.
You and I are too old to remember what we look like.
Only your scorpion is still hidden in my diary.
The red leaves engraved with two hearts are my youth commemoration.