Time in the grocery store

The heavy snow outside the window tonight

Like the cooking smoke of my grandmother when I was a child

Flames whirring under the stove

With Grandma's wrinkled face

I had a carefree childhood

A night when you can't sleep with five cents

It's all in my head

Sitting in the shopkeeper's grocery store

In the most fickle sky

Can you live a poetic night

Can sleep in the time

Who is not living in memory

I struggled to think about the future

Gentleman, villain, shameless and lonely

There is no way to go

Crying in the night of Limin Market

In the stream of people

Love finally strange to the form of strangers

You don't have to forgive me

But it's also true that it's good for you

May I have your name, please?

What are you looking forward to

What is life like

I have a worldly face

Speechless answer

Will you give me back that winter

We are proud of running in the snow with cotton padded jacket

Will you give me back that winter

Go back to the grocery store where you sold your time when you were a child

Sobbing

Will you give me back that winter

We are proud of running in the snow with cotton padded jacket

Will you give me back that winter

Little face red nose salty childhood partner

Sobbing

When I was old, I went back to my father's village

Sowing, fertilizing and harvesting the wheat field

Bask in the sun and smoke a bag of cigarettes

Sitting in a childhood grocery store

Pick up a warm yesterday

I don't want to recall, and I don't like photos

Maybe I can't move on

Love and sorrow never change