Several sections of the wall have collapsed
It was the previous resident who broke into it.
Door handle has light green rust
Spin old dreams like old songs
seems to be greeting me
The sunset outside the curtain seems to have passed by
The old woodland has been trodden by the past
The taste is getting familiar with me
Saying goodbye now, may you remember me?
I have moved so much in my life that I can't even remember the passers-by.
This is the only place where I see all the people coming and going.
Tenants also shuttle here like luggage
Staying for a day, remembering that your whole life is living in scattered gatherings
The past is filled with furniture that cannot be taken away
Who is the next guest to write down the history of this place?
How did a new house turn into an old home?
The old home and the new home can also be a peaceful place to live, just to sleep peacefully
Send away the light and shadow that cannot be dismantled by time, and grow old gracefully
If you know the wall, don't be afraid that the color will fade after changes.
People get tired of the old and crave the new, so run away
Sorry, I have to move
I left with too much sweat and tears
After hundreds of years of vicissitudes, I spent my last life hanging out with you, maybe
Staying for a day, remembering that your whole life is living in scattered gatherings
The past is filled with furniture that cannot be taken away
Who is the next guest who will cherish this place even more?
This place remembers all the rise and fall
The old home and the new home can also be a peaceful place to live, just to sleep peacefully
Send away the light and shadow that cannot be dismantled by time, and grow old gracefully
If the wall has memory, if the wall has consciousness, don't be afraid of the color fading.
The sense of history cannot be washed away
Sojourners live peacefully and just want to sleep peacefully
But why do you call it a villa?