Ordinary Stories - Mao Ni
Borrow a midnight street lamp, with a pale yellow light
Illuminating the bumpy road, a pair of shadows
Borrow a degree of the thirty-nine-day chill in the sky, melting the bone-chilling cold of the human world
Borrow a ancient river, winding and twisting
Carrying the flickering candlelight, drifting into the distance
Borrow a melody of the past, soft and melodious
Whispering a secret, unable to be spoken
The person blown away by the wind said he loved shallowly
The person drenched in the rain said he wouldn't feel the cold
How much darkness can cover countless people?
It's written in his eyes, he refuses to admit it
Borrow a lingering sunset, casting a golden glow
Adding a ray of light to this long life
Borrow a deeply engraved memory, lasting for a long time
Even if we have to be separated by fate
But there will always be a wind that can't scatter earnestness
There will always be rain that can't wipe away tears
One day, the sun will rise in a morning
A rainbow, two people
Borrow a land of joy to shelter a common man…
The first time I heard this song, I felt a bone-chilling cold. The lyrics directly hit the heart, with bumps, unwillingness, loneliness, and icy cold. Only by borrowing a degree of the thirty-nine-day chill in the sky, melting the bone-chilling cold of the human world, and borrowing a land of joy to shelter a common man, can it be eased.
I wish one day the sun will rise in a morning, a rainbow, two people…
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