#Happy Hour twenty years ago #Dreaming back home - Zhuo Yan
Hazy
Seems to be in the hometown
The room is still that room
The alley is still that alley
It's just how you can't find those familiar faces
The apricot tree between the mountain flowers was gone
The chayote shed behind the Yanggou is no longer luxuriant
The ditch in front of the door could not hear the sound of running water
The bamboo leaves on the edge of the ditch no longer rustle
The piers on the bridge are missing
Even the bridge can't see what it looked like as a child
I wandered the path of my hometown to reminisce
I faintly heard the call of my little friend
There is also the croaking of frogs from the side of the field in the dead of night
And the gentle melodiousness of the nightingale
Spike...
A sharp sound pierced the silence
Everything in my hometown is like playing a movie
Scene after scene is always endless
