It's not just the wine that made me cry last night.

It's not just your tenderness that makes me reluctant to part.

How long does it take to walk on a rainy day? You hold my hand.

What embarrasses me is the freedom to struggle.

Respect is always in September, and nostalgia is the sorrow of missing.

The weeping willows in late autumn kissed my forehead.

I have never forgotten you in that rainy town.

Only you can't be taken out of Chengdu.

Walk with me on the streets of Chengdu until all the lights go out, and don't stop.

You took my sleeve.

I'll put my hand in my trouser pocket.

Go to the end of Yulin Road and sit at the door of the small bar.

Parting is always in September. Memories are the wine of missing.

The weeping willows in late autumn kissed my forehead.

I never forgot that you were in the small town where I had an affair.

Only you can't be taken out of Chengdu.

Walk with me on the streets of Chengdu.

Don't wait until all the lights are out.

You took my sleeve.

I'll put my hand in my trouser pocket.

Go through the end of Yulin Road and walk to the door of the small bar.

Walk with me on the streets of Chengdu until all the lights go out, and don't stop.

Walk with me on the streets of Chengdu until all the lights go out, and don't stop.

You'll grab my sleeve and I'll put my hand in my trouser pocket.

Walk through the end of Yulin Road and sit in front of a small bar.