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Old wicker chairs sun, guitar strings rust, old ticket yellowed. Years round edges and corners, but pressure deep heart riverbed, broken ideal in the bone seam light, wrinkles hidden sugar years, lines are not to admit defeat seal. The old rattan chair is sunbathed, the guitar strings are rusty, and the old ticket is yellowed. The broken ideals shine in the bone seams, the sugar of the years is hidden in the wrinkles, and the lines are the seal of not admitting defeat. Words Huang Junhua composer Huang Junhua singer Huang Junhua lyrics JunHua Huang composer JunHua Huang singer JunHua Huang lyrics: the old rattan chair is basking in the sun on the windowsill, the tea vapor is flooding over the faded old photo frame, the wooden guitar strings are rusted several lines, the broken lines are asleep in the unfinished distance, the cicadas are pulling the afternoon for a long time, the dust is slowly shaking in the pillar of the yellow, that year, however, I can still feel the scalding heat of my palm. The edges and corners have been ground into round stones by the years, but I have pressed out a deeper riverbed in my heart. Those broken and sticky ideals now shine quietly in the bones. Each line is the seal of time, covered with the stubbornness of never admitting defeat. Faded jerseys lie in the drawer. The number has become clouded by sweat. I thought that youth is an endless summer, the radio was still repeating the old melody, like the sigh of an old friend patting his shoulder,