This summer will be the last.
The preparations for the movement of migratory birds flying to warmer places.
Your hometown night, a bit cool.
My hometown is... Go back a bit afraid suddenly, I love it, but there is no you.
The day before yesterday I looked at you, in the corner of the place. Ding Fei in the crowd, their fanaticism to the extreme. I think they all love you, I like to listen to your mother tongue with their frenzied shouting of your name.