Lyrics of a traveler by Eason Chan

This single journey is all alone

Looking at the scenery in the cold wind and rain

Squeeze the sour and sweet memory into every letter

There is no weariness left in every coffee shop

The postcard has no 60 words, and the secret is full of stories from other places

If you listen to me again and again

The postmark is a pity in defining the past

Or everything I didn't care about yesterday

I never knew how to hold each other in the whole process before

It's still hidden. It's my old self imposed

Understand the past, do not understand the whole process can embrace

I'm still in pain with you

Don't know how to edit the journey, only remember the lonely situation

I still don't like to see the scenery

It's foolish to spend half of your life chasing, but it doesn't blossom and bear fruit

Or do I have to hang you up all the way

The postcard has no 60 words, and the secret is full of stories from other places

If you listen to me again and again

There are few regrets for the post office in defining the old days

Or everything I didn't care about yesterday

I never knew how to hold each other in the whole process before

It's still hidden. It's my old self imposed

Understand the past, do not understand the whole process can embrace

I'm still in pain with you

The postcard has no 60 words, and the secret is full of stories from other places

If you listen to me again and again

There are few regrets for the post office in defining the old days

Or everything I didn't care about yesterday

I never knew how to hold each other in the whole process before

It's still hidden. It's my old self imposed

Understand the past, do not understand the whole process can embrace

I'm still in pain with you

I never knew how to hold each other in the whole process before

It's still hidden. It's my old self imposed

Understand the past, do not understand the whole process can embrace

I'm still in pain with you