Put away the wine glass, the moon hangs above Lushan for the last time
Those turbulent nights
Just like that, never to return
The wind comes from the mountain, she doesn't know
Labrador is already winter
Winter in Labrador
The girl who always mispronounces my name
Already gone to another place, and no one believes it when I say it
The size of the ocean has nothing to do with water
Women often have a distant place in mind before they despair
Men often have a distant place in mind because of despair
I seem to remember there is such a saying
Having seen too many farewells
Who cares, two lines of tears, deep feelings for children
Text by Arno Abu