The alleys of the hometown
Shao Qing
A small town in the hometown
There is a long, eerie alley
Long, long alleys
There is a wandering ghost
He was tired of the hustle and bustle of the world
He loved the tranquility of the rain
There was an elegant girl
She likes to carry a small umbrella
She loves the fragrance of gardenias
He picked a large handful of gardenias
Don't put it on your chest
Wander through the long, long alleys
Waiting for the elegant girl
They didn't need words
They both remembered each other
Disappeared, that long alley
Gone, the elegant girl
Instead are high-rise buildings
The alternative is traffic
That long, long alley
Swept away the elegant girl