I am on the first floor. What is the lyrics of this song?

When I was young, I often went to China Shopping Center.

Lyrics: Yao

Singing: Wang Fu

I have lived here as long as I can remember.

My family lives on the third floor, but there is a building in the middle.

The fortune teller next door has a bad temper and is about to become an immortal.

The beef noodles on the second floor still owe me money.

Next to the suit shop on the first floor is the leather shoes shop.

All the delicious, fun and beautiful things are here.

you

How many seniors want to listen to music?

I don't know how many records I bought here when I was a child.

Buy CDs from vinyl records

Times are changing, and so is music.

How can we change with constancy?

Now there are only Jiajia records left.

Still opening a shop in Ximending

Memories you can't go back or take away.

Still in my heart

Become the blood in my body.

If you can't go back, then go.

Go on with that story

I will write a new story for the old story.

I want to go to Ximending to have a snack and take a walk.

At that time, Azong was still pushing a thread on the road.

Back on the overpass, the roadside stalls are still busy.

I didn't expect to set up a stall here later.

Come and set up a stall after school and try to make a living.

I hope I can have more copper coins in my pocket today.

Whether it is sunny, cloudy or rainy.

My favorite day is Sunday.

People and guests are staring at this side, watching things for free.

The more you buy, the more handsome you are. The more you buy, the better you look.

I stand here to exercise every day.

The police came, they packed their things and ran to the end of their lives.

Memories you can't go back or take away.

Still in my heart

Become the blood in my body.

If you can't go back, then go.

Go on with that story

I will write a new story for the old story.

One day after school in junior high school

I have ten dollars left in my pocket.

I went to the convenience store and bought an ice.

Today's exam results are so poor that they need to be suppressed.

Walking home slowly, I found my home.

Turned into a pile of stones lying on Zhonghua Road.

Memories of more than ten years have fallen.

Like branches of ice melting into a pool of mud.

The sticker I put on the wall when I was a child. Goodbye.

Say goodbye to those lines measured against the wall.

Dear neighbor, thank you. Goodbye.

Dear China Mall, have a good sleep.

bye-bye

Memories you can't go back or take away.

Still in my heart

Become the blood in my body.

If you can't go back, then go.

Go on with that story

I will write a new story for the old story.

Memories you can't go back or take away.

Still in my heart

Become the blood in my body.

If you can't go back, then go.

Go on with that story

I will write a new story for the old story.