Singer: Cloud Band
Get on the bus after six o'clock. I'm going home.
The car is on the Panshan highway, and the burly driver is wearing big sunglasses.
Shan Ying's old songs came from the CD player in the car.
The passengers in the seat are full of sadness, and only I am full of joy.
My second uncle at the entrance of the village will smile and wave to me.
Oh, I will nod silently. The sunset at dusk matures behind me.
If it weren't for the angry manager, I wouldn't be allowed to take a vacation.
At the moment, I should sit by the fire and eat salted potatoes.
Is there no stranger passing by my quiet village?
Passers-by will ask my mother if the direction of her sophomore year is east.
Is the low circumference of the house a shingle that only existed in the past?
If you can cross the bus, please don't stop.
Take me back to 2003.
The second uncle at the entrance of the village is as old as a locust tree.
Oh, the children with you are lucky. They can witness the next prosperous century.
Thinking about thinking that the bus is about to enter the south station.
Shan Ying's last Chinese song on the CD player was something like this.
No passers-by will get lost in my neon village.
As we all know, the brand-new secondary road is the road to sophomore year.
Long-lost fathers and sheep on mountain roads will only appear in the past.
If you can cross the bus, please don't stop.
Take me back to 2003.
Is there no stranger passing by my quiet village?
Passers-by will ask my mother if the direction of her sophomore year is east.
Is the low circumference of the house a shingle that only existed in the past?
If you can cross the bus, please don't stop.
Take me back to 2003.