First hearing, you don’t know the meaning in the song,

Listening now, already a person inside the song,

Perhaps,

There’s more in that tea than just its aroma,

Inside the door and out, all of it is the mortal world,

In the play or out of it, all are passers-by,

With age, we grow still and stop fighting,

Tonight, Haima said a few things,

Zone out seriously for a while,

Still wondering what to want,

Nothing I can put down just yet,

All of a sudden,

Met a beam of light on the wall,

Smiles, rising and falling.

In recent years,

The thing I love doing most,

Riding the scooter along National Highway 228,

Put on the earphones,

Playing Mayday’s songs,

The salty sea breeze blowing into my face,

Gentle years,

That blissful moment.

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