One Summer

The yellowed Spring Festival couplets still remain on the wall A few words are vaguely visible: "Peace every year" In the rice vat of my hometown I have never been back to Grandpa writes a full letter in regular script Golden kudzu covers the carved doors and windows The setting sun reflects on the mottled brick wall The house covered with beech boards is still filled with The bean paste made by my grandma I started to imagine looking at the black and white photos What dad and mom looked like back then The girl who spoke Wu Nong's soft language walked slowly across the Bund The lost old time 1943 Time becomes so slow on the way of memories Old neighborhood alley It's a touch of sadness that belongs to that era of white walls and black tiles The lost old time 1943 Looking back at the clips, there are some frosts Old turntable and old suitcase A rose petal is hidden in a tin box filled with postcards