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