| Song | Yesterday When I Was Young |
| Artist | 齐豫 |
| Album | Whoever Finds This, I Love You |
| Yesterday when I was young | |
| The taste of life was sweet like rain upon my tongue | |
| I teased at life as if it were a foolish game | |
| The way an evening breeze would tease a candle flame | |
| The thousand dreams I dreamed | |
| The splendid things I planned | |
| I always built to last on weekend shifting sand | |
| I lived by night and shinned the naked light of day | |
| And only now I see how the years have run away | |
| Yesterday when I was young | |
| There were so many songs that waited to be sung | |
| So many wild pleasures lay in store for me | |
| And so musch pain my dazzled eyes refused to see | |
| I ran so fast in time and youth at last ran out | |
| I never stopped to think what life was all about | |
| And every conversation that I can (now) recall | |
| Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all | |
| Yesterday the moon was blue | |
| And every crazy day brought something new to do | |
| And I used my magic age as if it were a wand | |
| And ever saw all the waste and emptiness beyond | |
| The game of love I played with arrogance and pride | |
| And every flame I lit so quickly , quickly died | |
| The friends I made off seem somehow to drife away | |
| And only I'm left on stage to end the play (chorus) | |
| There are so many song in me that won't be sung | |
| 'Cause I feel the vitter taste of tears upon my tongue | |
| And the time has come for me | |
| To pay for yesterday when I was young |
| Yesterday when I was young | |
| The taste of life was sweet like rain upon my tongue | |
| I teased at life as if it were a foolish game | |
| The way an evening breeze would tease a candle flame | |
| The thousand dreams I dreamed | |
| The splendid things I planned | |
| I always built to last on weekend shifting sand | |
| I lived by night and shinned the naked light of day | |
| And only now I see how the years have run away | |
| Yesterday when I was young | |
| There were so many songs that waited to be sung | |
| So many wild pleasures lay in store for me | |
| And so musch pain my dazzled eyes refused to see | |
| I ran so fast in time and youth at last ran out | |
| I never stopped to think what life was all about | |
| And every conversation that I can now recall | |
| Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all | |
| Yesterday the moon was blue | |
| And every crazy day brought something new to do | |
| And I used my magic age as if it were a wand | |
| And ever saw all the waste and emptiness beyond | |
| The game of love I played with arrogance and pride | |
| And every flame I lit so quickly , quickly died | |
| The friends I made off seem somehow to drife away | |
| And only I' m left on stage to end the play chorus | |
| There are so many song in me that won' t be sung | |
| ' Cause I feel the vitter taste of tears upon my tongue | |
| And the time has come for me | |
| To pay for yesterday when I was young |