Song title: Time

Album: China’s Hip Hop Issue 4

Singer: Xiao Qinglong & Huizi

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When I worked day and night and took off from Changshui

The repeated urging of time made me forget about fatigue

I can only experience the sad feeling alone

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I want to go back to the past but I can’t turn back time

Is the delicious roadside stall at the school gate still there

The snacks stuffed in the bag are the love given by grandma< /p>

The cassette that my deskmate saved up to buy for me on my birthday that year

The packaging was rough and the poster said JAY

The recess exercises I did in those years

There was a pencil sharpener given by the teacher on the desk

She taught me how to start

I closed my eyes and prayed

I know that after studying hard, I can Write the song well

So day after day, year after year

That beautiful spring has long become my memory

As I grow up, I can see The world is sinking

Even if I am a god of war, my heart will still hurt

There is no reason to lie to myself anymore

Time is like a knife and no longer gentle

I was sweating all the way and I no longer look back

The hands that kept me from falling

Throughout the spring, summer, autumn and winter, all over the country

My mother has already Whitehead

I am no longer young

I found that I have grown up long ago

I found that I have stopped telling lies

Special Nostalgia

Back to childhood

But I can only grasp the present

With the past that cannot be returned

The sunset on the street And the repeater of my childhood

I have survived the end, but I am more promising than before

The Little Overlord game console

accompanied me through a period of time

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Classic is like old school flow

Never question it

If you can’t change the past, then I will fight for the present

I will not fight for Hip -Hop died

But I was born for Hip-hop

So I ran hard

See everything through

I want me The one you love is better off

That’s why I went to fight

Took off the big fat pants that I once

thought were fashionable

Until now

I am still doing rap and still hungry

Memories are everyone’s wealth and I must remember them

Don’t ask where I came from the slums Artist

No longer has any reason to lie to himself

Time is like a knife and is no longer gentle

I am sweating all the way and looking back no longer

That The two hands that held me back from falling

Traveled all over the country throughout the spring, summer, autumn and winter

My mother has grown old

I am no longer young