Track 6: Breaking Apart
Riding my motorcycle, leaving with you leisurely
Unable to enter the top schools, walking away without a smile
Just slowly give me your hand, and lay down the burden in your heart
The rain drops slide down on both sides, and divides my emotions
Passing by the old man's house, the bamboo doorframe now seems so high
The tree I used to climb; when did it become so small
It's fine this way, at least no one is noticing (you and) me
Before the rain turns heavy, we will become fragile and weak
Chorus:
Since time has not discover us, let me take you away
Leaving no evidence, leaving behind your meaningless life
No matter what situation, I will look over you
Since time has not discover us, let me take you away
This is not stubbornness, this is not escaping
It's just that no one is helping you to walk away, therefore this is happiness
Track 7: Grandpa's Tea
The tea which Grandpa brews, has a taste which reminds us of home
The tea which Lu Yu brewed; legend has it that neither fame nor power can buy it
The tea which Grandpa brews, has a taste which reminds us of home
The tea which Lu Yu brewed, is like a Chinese landscape painting
The mountain spring flows beneath the ground from a long time ago
I have a child-like face
The spring water sees through the mineral layers
That is on top of the camphor tree seed that grandpa is cultivating
Just like that year, on a rainy day
That seven-year-old me hid in the attic
But I had wanted to sit on the swing
Grandpa was smoking and talking about the classics of the tea sage Lu Yu from the Tang dynasty
Which was passed down through generations.
Chinese art from the Tang Dynasty (618-907 AD), an...
Zhan Ziqian, Stroll About in Spring (游春图）....
English: Lu Yu The Book of TeaThat day, I searched through the dictionary
To look for words that could describe something
That was faraway and to see if it was on the other side of the ocean
Until I was nine years old, I realized that I was wasting my time
This camphor tea table, has a history of twenty-three years
The other side of the mirror reflected my mature face
After all these years, the blisters on grandpa's hand
When soaked would cause the water to turn a shade of brown
Chorus:
The tea which Grandpa brews, has a taste which reminds us of home
(Nothing can be compared to it, the taste of it is still as good as ever)
The tea which Lu Yu brewed; legend has it that neither fame nor power can buy it
(He leads a thin horse by hand and roams the world)
The tea which Grandpa brews, has a taste which reminds us of home
(His head full of white hair, not allowing anyone to talk when drinking tea)
The tea which Lu Yu brewed, is like a Chinese landscape painting
(The grandeur of the Tang dynasty, is still raging)