First love in the city

I remember the misty mornings The road leading to school was filled with white shirts Back then students went to school There were no buses to pick them up or drop them off like now, no noisy exhaust fumes

We walk
Waiting for each other at the crossroads in the morning
Meet each other dare not call, dare not greet
Just a smiling eye, so loving behind the conical hat...

Back then, student love was so strange.
After school just tiptoe behind
Love letter secretly put in desk drawer, dare not sign
Fear of being exposed is strange, there is a country to leave the country...
Then no one went anywhere to live abroad.

We grow up and grow old with the city.
Even though no love letter was leaked
I got married dozens of kilometers away from town,
he still hangs around the house
Food and clothing stories turn first love into the past…

After several decades, we met by chance at the crossroads.
I feel my eyes stinging
The old road is no longer foggy
Students no longer walk
Only the scorching May sun tears at the heart
Oh the sunshine of May…

Over the past decades, I still remember
The color of the old mist and your smile is as beautiful as the full moon…

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