The yellow soil turned into asphalt, and wild flowers bloomed at the entrance of the village. I bought the meat you loved to eat, but you were not around me. Xiao Huang, you were picked up by me and brought home. You were still covered in mud, looking up at me. It has been eight years. You also snatched the leftover bones, and you also slept on the rainy streets. I still couldn't give you a good life. Oh, how could you leave without me being able to stay? In the next life, you must be born into a good family. Don't be rained on and blown by the wind. Don't look back and go quickly. The dogtail grass on the slope is shaking, shaking people to tears. Can the moon shine on your side? Sing a dog's song, but you, my Xiao Huang, can no longer hear it. Riding a motorcycle in the wind and rain, it's a pity that I can't take you every day. The empty house after get off work late at night is no longer filled with you. Only you will come to please me, and only you will not think I am useless. The dogtail grass on the slope is swaying, making people cry. Can the moon shine on your side? I sing a dog's song, but you can no longer hear my little Huang. The dogtail grass on the slope is swaying, making people cry. Can the moon shine on your side? I sing a dog's song, but you can no longer hear my little Huang.