yuǎn fāng de fēng chē yuǎn jù lí sù shuō nà xìng fú zài shēn qiū mǎn mǎn de bèi shōu lǎo cāng kù de jiǎo luò wǒ men shù zhe yì má dài de ài gēn kuài lè chū liàn de yán sè
wǒ qiān zhe nǐ de shǒu jīng guò zhǒng mài yá táng de shān pō xiāng nóng de yòu huò nǐ liǎn jiá wēi rè tǔ qì zài wǒ de duo zhāi xià mài yá táng shóu tòu wǒ xǐng lái hái xiào zhe xīn de bèi nián shǒu wǒ mǎn zuǐ dōu shì táng guǒ
qiān zhe nǐ de shǒu jīng guò zhǒng mài yá táng de shān pō tián mì de sì zhōu wǒ dī tóu hài xiū wǒ men yú kuài de mèng yóu wǒ zài cǎo dì shàng hē zhe mài yá táng niàng de jiǔ xiān nèn de xiǎo shí hou wǒ hǎo xiǎng zài yǎo yì kǒu
This meandering smile Embracing the hills and creeks, singing with the wind I'm a poet of the countryside, analyzing the life before me The cornfields stoop, lowering their heads; fishing for gentleness This entire valley is occupied with bamboo flute players With my hoarse throat, I'm listening legends, following in the fairytales
The windmills in the distance, speak from a distance That kind of happiness at the height of autumn, is fully harvested In the corner of the old storehouse, we are counting A burlap sack of love and happiness, and the color of first love
Holding your hand, we pass by a hillside that grows maltose (candy) A dense and fragrant temptation, and your warm cheeks, breathes into my ears Picking the ripened maltose candy; I'm still smiling after I've awakened Happy to have a sticky and my mouth filled with candy
Holding your hand, we pass by a hillside grows maltose (candy) Surrounded by bliss, I shyly lower my head, as we dreamt along happily I'm on the grass, drinking a maltose wine My fresh and sweet childhood; oh how I would like to take another bite
My mouth is filled with candy, oh how I would like to take another bite