Old city

Who is it that is tapping on my window?
Who is it that is plucking the instrument's strings?
That segment of good times that have been forgotten
Gradually rises up from the bottom of my heart
Forgotten times

Old city and church at Dongjiadu rd. Several decades ago it was hard to find anybody speaking putunhua here. All people spoke shanghainese. Now this old quarters are demolishing for the sites for new tall scyscrapers and houses.

To the third trip