Whenever the rainy season quietly comes to you and me, we can put aside the busyness and sadness and release the joy of no longer being informal in the drink, and there is a lingering music flowing in the distance, just like a memory of our friends in the red dust of our young time
author：Xiao Wu Ruoqing
Whenever the rainy season comes quietly
You and I can put aside our busyness and sadness
In pairs of drinks
Unleash the joy of no longer being restrained
There is a lingering flow of music in the distance
It's like a memorial to our youth
Friends in the red dust
Is it also as I often am
Remember the look of anticipation of parents
We are wandering for the sake of exile
Wait for the next rainy season to come
I want to hold hands and return to my hometown, which is already very strange
Stand under the yellow-horned tree in front of the window
Listen to the sound of rain beating your childhood dreams
Whenever the rainy season quietly comes to you and me, we can put aside the busyness and sadness and release the joy of no longer being informal in the drink, and there is a lingering music flowing in the distance, just like a memory of our friends in the red dust of our young time
Whenever the rainy season quietly comes to you and me, we can put aside the busyness and sadness and release the joy of no longer being informal in the drink, and there is a lingering music flowing in the distance, just like a memory of our friends in the red dust of our young time
Whenever the rainy season quietly comes to you and me, we can put aside the busyness and sadness and release the joy of no longer being informal in the drink, and there is a lingering music flowing in the distance, just like a memory of our friends in the red dust of our young time
The jade pot turns light, how many past events in a night of fish and dragon dances are like rocks in front of the eyes, how many youths rush to the Chinese year like rain, the grand plan in the carving time refuses to take the oath to break through the fog, and the wave of the past is sour...
Accustomed to the unrestrained spring of a person but seeing your smile and your encounter opened my helpless indulgence to you is my helpless exile you said you will send me a newly written verse...
