The five flavors of life are hazy, and the years are green and long.
I picked up small pieces of warmth in my troubled childhood,
Hiding the ups and downs of the family, keeping the neighbors reunited,
Slowly understand the fireworks of the world, and slowly reconcile gently with the past.
Intention: To narrate the tenderness of the years through a troubled childhood, to heal and grow in the ordinary fireworks, and to tenderly reconcile with the unsatisfactory youthful past.