牡丹江

word:Vincent Fang
curved into a curved bridge to reflect on the lake.
look at it from the other side, and see the full moon in the moonlight.
in the old streets of Qingshi, where you walked me.
what does that mottled brick wall look like now?
can't be far away
can't go back to his hometown
who is singing that Mudanjiang outside the door, I listen to sentiments, your voice is melodious.
the wind bell is ringing, and the small village on the river side is napping Ban Anxiang.
who is singing that Mudanjiang outside the door, I walk softly to your side.
miss the light through the window, the warmth of silver white is sprinkled in the bed of childhood.
curved into a curved bridge to reflect on the lake.
look at it from the other side, and see the full moon in the moonlight.
in the old streets of Qingshi, where you walked me.
what does that mottled brick wall look like now?
can't be far away
can't go back to his hometown
who is singing that Mudanjiang outside the door, I listen to sentiments, your voice is melodious.
the wind bell is ringing, and the small village on the river side is napping Ban Anxiang.
who is singing that Mudanjiang outside the door, I walk softly to your side.
miss the light through the window, the warmth of silver white is sprinkled in the bed of childhood.
who is singing that Mudanjiang outside the door, I listen to sentiments, your voice is melodious.
the wind bell is ringing, and the small village on the river side is napping Ban Anxiang.
who is singing that Mudanjiang outside the door, I walk softly to your side.
miss the light through the window, the warmth of silver white is sprinkled in the bed of childhood.
Mudanjiang bent a few crooked little fish not to board the boat.
fishing for the moon net to fill starlight for grandpa to drink and drink a bowl of hometown.
Mudanjiang bent a few curved shrimp, do not go ashore, we have no time to install.
fishing for moon, net, starlight, soup for grandma, a bowl of home.
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