Challenge #32: I put a handkerchief over my face and count to three, you hide behind the old tree
Use the translated English lyrics below to find the title and artist of the song. Bonus points for providing a video or audio link. A short audio clip is provided as an additional hint, should you need it.
Watch Beijing opera, play on a swing, kick a stone by the side of the road
Hallway door’s lantern, outdoor market’s soup noodles
Newly-bought clothes, pocket money from lunar new year
Small cloth shoes, flower print handkerchief
Uncle that makes sugar people and celestial beings from the stories
I put a handkerchief over my face, count to three
You quickly hide behind the old tree
Elder sister, l saw you once last year
You’re laughing, laughing with others and start to talk about the past
Alleys from childhood were long and short
Without realizing it, twenty years have passed
You said you remembered my pigtails from when I was six
Laughing at my craziness, say that I should become a performer
Now, faraway from home, when I come across a street performer girl
Can’t keep myself from giving a few pennies more
Small cloth shoes, flower print handkerchief
Uncle that makes sugar people and celestial beings from the stories
I put a handkerchief over my face, count to three
You quickly hide behind the old tree
Elder sister, l saw you once last year
You’re laughing, laughing with others and start to talk about the past
Alleys from childhood were long and short
Without realizing it, twenty years have passed
You said you remembered my pigtails from when I was six
Laughing at my craziness, say that I should become a performer
Now, faraway from home, when I come across a street performer girl
Can’t keep myself from giving a few pennies more
Elder sister, l saw you once last year
You’re talking, talking with others and start flipping through a photo album
Mottled smudges, bits and pieces
How did twenty years pass without us realizing it?
I’ve already cut off my pigtails
Your looks have a bit more weariness to them
Now, faraway from home, when I come across a girl who loves laughing
Still can’t stop myself, your face pops into my mind
Elder sister, I’ve also been fondly remembering
Childhood fruits were so fragrant and sweet
That year when you were married off, I suddenly grew up
Every day hoping, when will I receive your letter?
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