Richie Tang
That year, that we went to that teeny-tiny mountain
and we passed that evergreen forest
and we faced a very very beautiful waterfall
and you let your self flew with the sound of grasshoppers
we sang along and then we decided to scream
dear echo, we were not drunk.
This year, when you came to the front of my door again
there was a little bit embarrassment for let you see my panda eyes
you blamed me for not getting ready
but then you realized that it was still in summer
dear you, you are now drunk.
Today, it’s spring I’m sure it is
calling you to get ready for getting picked up
suddenly, something soft hits me in the head
no I am not drunk, I am not
and I wake up, it’s dream.
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