Remember to wear a long coat and a long-sleeved shirt If you come back to the old school I have become a white powder and black ink No writing the name of the wind The end of the poem is far away Go in the middle of Saigon, the heart is empty Know where to hide a sad note The truth is that I have a lot of bitter trees From the day you hurriedly turned back Go in the middle of Saigon, the heart is empty Look at the car, cover up your old look I wear a long coat and a long-sleeved shirt The face of love is full of rain Maybe you've been to that street The tree is bright, the sunset I am like a traveler in the memory Remember to wear a long coat and a long-sleeved shirt If you come back to the old school I have become a white powder and black ink No writing the name of the wind The end of the poem is far away Go in the middle of Saigon, the heart is empty Know where to hide a sad note The truth is that I have a lot of bitter trees From the day you hurriedly turned back Go in the middle of Saigon, the heart is empty Look at the car, cover up your old look I wear a long coat and a long-sleeved shirt The face of love is full of rain Maybe you've been to that street The tree is bright, the sunset I am like a traveler in the memory Remember to wear a long coat and a long-sleeved shirt If you come back to the old school I have become a white powder and black ink No writing the name of the wind The end of the poem is far away Go in the middle of Saigon, the heart is empty Know where to hide a sad note The truth is that I have a lot of bitter trees From the day you hurriedly turned back Go in the middle of Saigon, the heart is empty Remember to wear a long coat and a long-sleeved shirt The face of love is full of rain Maybe you've been to that street The tree is bright, the sunset I am like a traveler in the memory Remember to wear a long coat and a long-sleeved shirt If you come back to the old school I have become a white powder and black ink If you come back to the old school I have become a white powder and black ink