Barbecue Fangyan

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River,

May's eyes are blinded.

A butterfly goes through the flowers,

Disrupt the sun into a mottled story.

Cooking smoke, running with cheerful footsteps

Shuttle in the blank place of childhood

Dreams in your hands

Chasing the old man in time

I am coming religiously

Standing at the forefront of history

But I can't hear the old wish

Only countless more devout people came in

I'm not swearing loyalty

But with my own gift

My grill and some food for dinner

There is even a bonfire, and

Dresses and laughter dancing around the fire

Take root under your feet and then

The weight of the years makes me

Back to the original

Looking for the footprints of the predecessors