Lyrics of Chen Hong's Little Pink

Singing: Chen Hong

It is another spring, and catkins are flying all over the sky.

The warm wind blows the peach blossom red, and the elm money is strung on the tip.

Who broke the jade bridge and dyed the small village green?

The shepherd boy put on his new clothes, and the oriole bent over with laughter.

Jiangnan is just a dream, but is it just three springs?

The traffic jam is separated by water, and it is suspected to be an old friend.

Yesterday, Huang Hua's face didn't remember Jiangnan.

Sobbing, don't leave the dust.

It's spring again, and catkins float all over the sky early.

The warm wind blows the peach blossom red, and the elm money is strung on the tip.

Jiangnan is just a dream, but is it just three springs?

The traffic jam is separated by water, and it is suspected to be an old friend.

Yesterday, Huang Hua's face didn't remember Jiangnan.

Sobbing, don't leave the dust.

It's spring again, and catkins float all over the sky early.

The warm wind blows the peach blossom red, and the elm money is strung on the tip.

It's spring again, and catkins float all over the sky early.

The warm wind blows the peach blossom red, and the elm money is strung on the tip.

It's spring again, and catkins float all over the sky early.

The warm wind blows the peach blossom red, and the elm money is strung on the tip.

Who broke the jade bridge and dyed the small village green?

The shepherd boy put on his new clothes, and the oriole bent over with laughter.

It's spring again, and catkins float all over the sky early.

/Song /253602