The cigarettes that Youman smoked
The wine Youman drank
many, many years later
Only Cheng Lin dared to try
Every puff of cigarette is stained with memories
Every sip of wine is filled with past memories
Her face is more enchanting than flowers
Her shaking shoulders and white collarbones when she laughs
Her warm, sweet breath as she approaches
About the secret desires of youth
About the gradual clarity of my mind after many years
It's all her