再谈记忆

Open my eyes in the morning rain

And gently find out black shoes

Clouds are slowly drifting by

Who crying under the sky?

It maybe the slowest bus

Which color for her is right?

I see all the teenagers' eyes

You tell me they are tough and red

Say, say it again

Sometimes the memory was winding my mind

Say, say it again

You know the past thing could set me free

Put up you in sandwiches hands

I think it not really cool

You tell me truth will not be here

I've found it in your eyes

It maybe the slowest bus

Which color for her is right?

I see all the teenagers' eyes

You tell me they are tough and red

Say, say it again

Sometimes the memory was winding my mind

Say, say it again

You know the past thing could set me free

Say, say it again

Sometimes the memory was winding my mind

Say, say it again

She knows the past thing could set me free

Say, say it again

Sometimes the memory was winding my mind

Say, say it again

She knows the past thing could set me free

Say, say it again

Sometimes the memory was winding my mind

Say, say it again

You know the past thing could set me free