Lyrics of Eason Chan's when the grapes are ripe

It rained almost every morning and night of the winter solstice

The original insistence now makes you very suspicious

This is the only thing you have left

How many times have you been in love with me

The harvest is not as good as that of other generations

You really mind this time

But when did you find the grapes ripe first

You have to wait and wait. Even if you lose, you have to keep it

Try not to teach today's tears in the future

Keep the stones that hurt you low and absorb them from mistakes

Maybe it's not harvest month yet, and you have to accept it

Or until you turn love into wine

The time is ripe

It's a pity it's never recorded in the book

But the years never come back

Miss the spring can bloom again

A thousand kinds of love, some need tears irrigation

Withered tenderness grows back in the end

Wrong love is a necessary side dish

But when did you find the grapes ripe first

You have to wait and wait. Even if you lose, you have to keep it

Try not to teach today's tears in the future

Keep the stones that hurt you low and absorb them from mistakes

Maybe it's not harvest month yet, and you have to accept it

Or until you turn love into wine

The time is ripe

Think of someone waiting on one side of the sky

Just wait for the grapes to ripen and taste a glass of wine

Don't let loneliness hurt you all night

Win unnecessary freedom and the most dazzling wound

I know that there will be no more beautiful encounter on the road in the future

But when your wisdom is brewed into red wine, you can still be drunk and save yourself

No one's ever been bitter