How lucky to be
Then slowly after the black scorching sun and heat
You drip magically onto the back of my hand
Draw a cool rainbow
I am grateful, smile bitterly and feel comfortable
This parting encounter
Like traveling with a shooting star
Uninhibited, smart, humorous and helpless
except the second one
you are me
But you are the Supreme
It's the leader
It's my worship
It's like my numb touch
Autumn sunshine through cellophane
to melt into the wind
Heal dark wounds with strong tea
What a look forward to
Bashan night rain
Savor the melancholy of Xiaoshan again
Chew the notes that pop out of your words
Break every section of my heart
Then comes the dark sweet aroma dipped in honey