小瓶子 [Xiǎo píng zi] [English translation]

little bottle in the hand

filled with ordinary days

all affairs all events

and familiar passers-by

seeing each other through the reflection

all kinds of joys and sorrows

fingers crossed tightly

the cover-up from the beginning

floating away with its shadow

silences are all folded and collapsed

behind them another self hind

talking with imperfect tone

going through blossoming gorgeous swirls

wind blowing in haste, meanwhile the flower blooms and the sun sets

time is answering my doubts

the wishes I made

paved the Milky Way in the ends of the world

waiting for you wandering here to hold my hands

the floating little bottle

the way I faking cry and smile

is it crazy or childish

is it sorrowful or innocent

sometimes yearning stings

sometimes it shines

fingers crossing tightly

the sincere in the eyes

reflects images of each other

finally let go

lock it in the box

writing the new stories

silences are all folded and collapsed

behind them another self hind

talking with imperfect tone

going through blossoming gorgeous swirls

wind blowing in haste, meanwhile the flower blooms and the sun sets

time is answering my doubts

the wishes I made

paved the Milky Way in the ends of the world

waiting for you wandering here to hold my hands