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The yellowing new year scrolls still left abandoned on the walls
Can still see a few words “peace for every generation”
In the old home rice container which I haven’t returned to before
Grandpa used scripted calligraphy to write a bucketful
Golden coarse grass linen climbed all over the engraved doors and windows
The setting sun diagonally shining on the variegated brick wall
The house covered with beech wood planks was still filled with the smell (of)
The hot bean paste that Grandma made that year
Facing the black and white photos, I began to visualize
Dad and Mom’s appearance that year
A lady speaking a mouthful of soft words in Shanghai dialect slowly walked by Waitan
The old times that have disappeared, 1943
On the path of memories, time has become very slow
Old neighbourhoods, narrow alleys
Belonging to the gloomy sadness of that era’s white walls and black tiles
The old times that have disappeared, 1943
Looking back at the scenes, one can see the hardships experienced
Old record players, old leather suitcases
Inside the metal box that is filled with postcards, there lies a rose petal that’s hidden
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