成都 [Cheng du] [English translation]

What led to my tears falling, wasn't merely last night's drink;

What leaves me hesitating and reluctant, isn't merely your gentleness.

How much further is there left to go? You held onto my hand.

What leaves me troubled, is the struggle in freedom.

Separation always comes in September; Memory is Longing's woe.

The pastel green willows of deep autumn, give kisses on my forehead.

In that dim little rainy town, I've never once forgotten you;

The only thing I can't take from Chengdu, is you.

Come walk along the streets of Chengdu with me,

We won't stop even after all the lights have dimmed.

You will tug on my sleeve, I'll put my hand in my pocket;

Till we reach the end of Yulin Road and sit at the door of The Little Pub.

Separation always comes in September; Memory is Longing's woe.

The pastel green willows of deep autumn, give kisses on my forehead.

In that dim little rainy town, I've never once forgotten you;

The only thing I can't take from Chengdu, is you.

Come walk along the streets of Chengdu with me,

We won't stop even after all the lights have dimmed.

You will tug on my sleeve, I'll put my hand in my pocket;

Till we reach the end of Yulin Road and sit at the door of The Little Pub.

Come walk along the streets of Chengdu with me,

We won't stop even after all the lights have dimmed.

Come walk along the streets of Chengdu with me,

We won't stop even after all the lights have dimmed.

You will tug on my sleeve, I'll put my hand in my pocket;

Till we reach the end of Yulin Road and sit at the door of The Little Pub.