I will wait for you with my time. I'm not old without you.

I will wait for you with time. If you don't come, I won't always be "I'm not old if you don't come" Singing: Gao An.

You stepped into my heart in a certain month.

Let my world be like a flame

Accumulate all the good things and make a happy package.

Don't look back and make you think.

I received your invitation in a few minutes.

Let my story be wonderful from now on

Weave the mood of the four seasons and make a warm cotton-padded jacket.

Protect your smile from the cold.

I will wait for you with time. I'm not old without you.

Wait until my beard reaches your hair and waist.

Years leave early, but love always comes late.

I owe you yesterday.

You give me back Amin dynasty.

I will wait for you all my life. I didn't get old until you came.

Wait until the full moon is misty.

Migratory birds have returned to their nests, and acacia remains the same.

You are my rose.

You are my grass.

You stepped into my heart in a certain month.

Let my world be like a flame

Accumulate all the good things and make a happy package.

Don't look back and make you think.

I received your invitation in a few minutes.

Let my story be wonderful from now on

Weave the mood of the four seasons

Make a warm cotton-padded jacket

Protect your smile from the cold.

I will wait for you with time. I'm not old without you.

Wait until my beard reaches your hair and waist.

Years leave early, but love always comes late.

I owe you yesterday.

You give me back Amin dynasty.

I will wait for you all my life. I didn't get old until you came.

Wait until the full moon is misty.

Migratory birds have returned to their nests, and acacia remains the same.

You are my rose.

You are my grass.

I will wait for you with time. I'm not old without you.

Wait until my beard reaches your hair and waist.

Years leave early, but love always comes late.

I owe you yesterday.

You give me back Amin dynasty.

I will wait for you all my life. I didn't get old until you came.

Wait until the full moon is misty.

Migratory birds have returned to their nests, and acacia remains the same.

You are my rose.

You are my grass.

You are my rose, you are my grass.