The "Spring" sung by migrant workers is touching

 

Lyrics:

Remember the spring many years ago
At that time, I didn't cut my hair
No credit card, no her
Home without 24-hour hot water
But I was so happy.
Although there is only one broken guitar
Under the bridge in the street in the field
Singing the song that nobody cares about
If one day I am confused
Please keep me there
If one day I leave quietly
Please bury me in this spring
Remember those lonely spring
At that time, I didn't have a beard.
No Valentine's Day, no gift
Without my cute little princess
But I think everything is not that bad.
Although I only have fantasies about love
In the morning in the night in the wind
Singing the song that nobody cares about
One day, I may be confused.
Please keep me there
If one day I leave quietly
Please bury me in this spring
Spring
You are the spring of the moment
Still like the warmth at that time
I cut my hair and kept my beard.
Once the pain is gone with the wind
But I feel so sad.
Years left me a deeper confusion
In this sunny spring day
My tears can't help flowing
One day, I may be confused.
Please keep me there
If one day I leave quietly
Please bury me in this spring
If one day I am confused
Please leave me in this spring
If one day I leave quietly
Please bury me in this spring
Spring

 

 

Original post of Netease Shanghai Songjiang netizen [owenbigtiger]: 1

Sorry, I'm crying. I don't want my wife who cooks in the kitchen to see me crying,
A person lit a cigarette in his study, listening to this song again and again, tears flowing.
I remembered the days when I was working in henggang heao, Shenzhen twelve years ago.
I want to be fan weixing, Jiangxi Province.
Think of Ding zhongbo, Shandong Jiaodong brother,
I want to be a brother of Renchuan Bridge in Liaoning,
I want to thank my brother from Yunnan,
I want to be a brother of Tao Wen from Kaili, Guizhou Province,
800 yuan a month, half past seven in the morning to achieve in the evening.
One day off for one month.
On the way to work, in the dormitory, on the roof, we often sang with a scorpion.
Although we are now in Shanghai, we have a house, a car, and a better life.
But I often miss my days in Shenzhen.
Dream:
Hide in the back hill when you get a temporary residence permit.
I can't find a job and can't afford a lunch.
Don't want to sit down and sing while walking.
I can't buy a train ticket to go home for the Chinese New Year. Several brothers sang and cried while drinking beer in the dormitory.
Along the way, many good brothers went to different places and lost contact.
Alas, I really miss you...
Wish you all the better! 1!
Brother, I miss you...