A real story. I remember many summers ago, when I hadn't cut my hair short, had a lot of hair, didn't have a lot of money and didn't catch up with the family I loved, she didn't have a local home

A real story. I remember many years ago in the summer, when I hadn't cut my hair short.

A lot of hair,

There wasn't a lot of money and didn't catch up with her I loved

Not a local's home

But I was still happy.

Only a handsome tall appearance and stable work

In the unit on the street in the teahouse

Sing that sad single love song

He was poor but still proud

Rejected a few girls who liked me

Now that I think about it, I feel guilty about a girl,

If one day I quietly leave

I will still remember you

Remember those lonely springs

I kept chasing that pretty girl

Flowers sent for a year have been rejected,

One day she took the initiative to ask me out, but I refused.

She never gave me another chance...

I'm so sad!