fan huang de chun lian hai can liu zai qiang shang
yi xi ke jian ji ge zi sui sui ping an
zai wo mei hui qu guo de lao jia mi gang
ye ye yong kai shu xie yi ge man
huang jin ge pa man le diao hua de men chuang
xi yang xie xie ying zai ban bo de zhuan qiang
pu zhe ju mu ban de wu nei hai mi man
lao lao dang nian niang de dou ban jiang
wo dui zhe hei bai zhao pian kai shi xiang xiang
ba he ma dang nian de mu yang
shuo zhe yi kou wu nong ruan yu de gu niang huan huan zou guo wai tan
xiao shi de
jiu shi guang
yi jiu si san
zai hui yi
de lu shang
shi jian bian hao man
lao jie fang
xiao long tang
shi shu yu na nian dai bai qiang hei wa de dan dan de you shang
xiao shi de
jiu shi guang
yi jiu si san
hui tou kan
de pian duan
you yi xie feng shuang
lao chang pan
jiu pi xiang
zhuang man le ming xin pian de tie he li cang zhe yi pian mei gui hua ban
[Translation]
"Shanghai 1943"
The drifting yellow lucky inscription still remains on the wall
I can scarcely see a few words that say year after year can be safe and secure
In the crock of rice in the old home that I have not come back to before
Grandpa used standard script of handwriting to write a full
The patio door full of carvings is crawling with Golden Pothos
Setting sun going down reflects in mottled brick wall
Paving beech plank inside the house is still hazy
Grandma in her former years fermented bean sauce
I face the black and white photograph and start to imagine
The appearance of my father and mother in their former years
The girl who is speaking a mouthful of Shanghai dialect slowly walks pass the Bund
The vanished old times
1943
On the road of memories
Time becomes very slow
Old neighbours
Small playing hall
It belongs to that era, the white walls' and the black tiles' light sadness
The vanished old times
1943
The part watched when turning back
There's a bit of weather-beaten
Old vinyl
Old leather suitcase
The iron box full of postcards hides a rose petal
