Word: lin xi

Song: Cai Zheng

In 1995, we were at the airport station.

You lent it to me but I didn't want to return it.

That backpack was full of souvenirs and troubles.

There were patterns left by friction.

Your backpack hasn't broken yet.

But it has become the other half of my body.

. Accompany it to work

I'll keep it for you if you lend it to me

My friends say it's old and beautiful

It's a pity that it has nothing to do with you

Your backpack will let me rot with me one day

Your backpack will be a heavy trial for me

Why don't you return what you borrowed

Your backpack will let me go slowly

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