My thoughts dream with the wind, looking for the old time and space in the sound of black film turning and flowing. She is twenty-eight years old, and she is a singing partner (Note: Zhou Xuan's song is about a twenty-eight-year-old singer. The old phonograph is turning and loving. Hey, how far is it? I can't see the ends of the earth until young people die. (Note: The following melody comes from Zhou Xuan's "Singing Girl") Your song, who knows that singing to the ends of the earth is a blessing. That love is gone, but it can only haunt me over and over again. Qiu Lai's years walk in the human spring, like dazzling flying sand, lotus flowers and jade fingers turning gongs and drums, like silk and bamboo, like needles, like concubines, like lines, and tears can't flow out (Note: the lyrics come from Zhou Xuan: Little sister is like lines, like needles, like Chen Yipeng.
Wear it together Hey, those songs, which it once sang, is it important to be good or to love? The ends of the earth, your song, who knows that singing all the way to the ends of the earth is a blessing. That love is gone now, and it can only linger in my ear over and over again.