The pheonix tree suddenly tilts
The bicycle bell's ring hangs in air
Earth swiftly reverses its rotation
Back to that night ten years ago
The pheonix tree gently sways again
The ringing bell sprinkles floral fragrance along the trembling street
Darkness gathers, then seeps away
The dawning light of memory merges with the light in your eyes
Maybe this didn't happen
Just an illusion spawned by a familiar road
Even if this did happen
I'm used to not shedding any tears
-Shu Ting, translated by Eva Hung
