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Green-skinned train
Crowded crowds, noisy carriages, long journeys, or with dreams to study, run, or with the expectation of returning home, return, green-skinned trains carry too many people's dreams, but also witness too many people's joys and sorrows. The "Green Train" created by Teacher Keming tells the story of the green-skinned train with simple language and lyrical melody, which may be a microcosm of countless "prairie trains" and make countless people have strong resonance.
The train that goes away
Click to listen to the song; the train that went away was full of memories of youth--the green-skinned train
Green Train – Hunter Combo
Lyricist: Keming
Composer: Keming
The green-skinned train, roaring through
Through the mountains and forests, through the villages
I sat alone in the car
Go find the song of youth that once was
Green-skinned train, driving into the tunnel
The tunnel is dark and has no end
Suddenly everything is back in the past
Distant past events brought me to tears
I seem to see you young
Next to you sits the young me
There is a birch forest in the wilderness
Beautiful you pass by from here
The girl's figure was like a birch
The long braids are like a small river
I'm afraid of this green-skinned train
Afraid of wheels separating you from me
I want to confess the love in my heart
The confused future holds me back
I want to jump into the river of years
Go find the young you and me
This is not yesterday's green-skinned train
This is the time train of my life
Time train, time train
My dear green-skinned train
The green-skinned train is about to enter the station
The conductor looked at you and me
Take all your wealth out of your body
I don't want to get off the bus to make up a ticket
The green-skinned train started again
It's just you and me in the carriage
The train makes a whistle sound
Rush towards the past
How amazing the view from the window
Hands clasped tightly under the table