C134 [where Did Time Go?]

The accompaniment sounded.

Ding!

The platinum microphone!

Ding!

It was as if he was there!

Xue Yu chanted lightly,

"The old tree in front of the door grows new sprouts, and the withered wood in the yard blooms again."

"Many words have been buried in my head, and my hair is full of white hair."

"The little feet in my memory, the chubby little mouth