Past and present life
Stepping on the moss-covered bluestone,
Your bright eyes look in the wind,
My cigarette gradually drifts into the distance,
Thin flowing water mottled memory,
Street after street,
One corner after another,
One city after another,
The illusion of past and present lives,
Bloom your favorite flower in the stone wall,
Looking for the fragrance, remembering everything I still remember,
Looking for every tear, every flower, every bluestone,
Just want to find you.