Listen to you sing this old song

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You drank, but not yet

Listen to you sing this old song

In an unfamiliar city

You drank, but you weren't drunk yet

Your voice trembles and the melody is familiar

You sing the old song

Mixed with the old wine in my glass

Outside the window are footsteps that come and go in a hurry

It's like listening to a story from the past

It's like meeting a friend you haven't seen in years

You smiled at me on stage

There is an inexhaustible heart in the eyes

I didn't applaud or cry

I dried and dried the wine in my glass

In a strange city

I hear you sing this old song

I put every lyric

It's all a memory

Reminiscences from old songs

Familiar rhythm and name

I whispered your old song

I know it will also become a memory

I quietly picked up your tear stains

Water her in the garden downstairs

You said drunkenly

It's spring

Flowers will bloom here