I walked through the green wheat fields to sing to the scarecrows

Tan Weiwei's "If There Is an Afterlife".

Previously people started harvesting in April.

Lying on top of a high pile of grain and laughing.

I walked through the golden wheat fields.

Go sing to the scarecrow.

Wait for the wind to blow.

You pass by a town called me.

Just as the snow on the roof turned into rain and fell.

You're wearing transparent clothes.

Sing to me alone.

It's all my favorite songs.

We went to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up and die on his own.

We also went our separate ways.

I write to you and you won't reply.

So be it. Say it.

Go to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up and die on his own.

We also went our separate ways.

I write to you, you don't reply.

So be it.

If there is an afterlife.

Music: Ge Fei Lyrics: Gao Xiaosong.

Producer: Gao Xiaosong.

Singing: Tan Weiwei.

Previously people started harvesting in April.

Lying on top of a high pile of grain and laughing.

I walked through the golden wheat fields.

Go sing to the scarecrow.

Wait for the wind to blow.

You pass by a town called me.

Just as the snow on the roof turned into rain and fell.

You're wearing transparent clothes.

Sing to me alone.

It's all my favorite songs.

We went to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up on his own, and we will go away.

I write to you.

You won't reply.

So be it.

Previously people started harvesting in April.

Lying on top of a high pile of grain and laughing.

I walked through the golden wheat fields.

Go sing to the scarecrow.

Wait for the wind to blow.

You pass by a town called me.

Just as the snow on the roof turned into rain and fell.

You're wearing transparent clothes.

Sing to me alone.

It's all my favorite songs.

We went to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up on his own, and we will go away.

I write to you.

You won't reply.

Say it. Go to the lake in the savannah.

Wait for the migratory birds to fly back.

When we all grow up, we will have a baby.

He will grow up on his own, and we will go away.

I write to you.

You don't have to reply.

So be it.

Ask your mom, the older generation knows.