✨Lyrics: E&V✨
✨Music Arrangements: BlueWhale✨

( All Lyrics and Music Copyright © 2025 BlueWhale, Copyright © 2025 E&V )

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🌹English lyrics Below🦊
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[Intro – 🎹 Piano + acoustic guitar arpeggios, faint wind chimes, slowly joined by soft strings]
(Set ethereal, timeless atmosphere — quiet, reflective opening)

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[Verse 1 – 🎙️ Vocal enters tenderly, sparse piano + guitar only]
在那見證我出生的城市裡，
送餐機器人穿過大廳，
懷抱著方形的肚子，載著溫熱晚餐的承諾。

當打開飯店房門時，我充滿了好奇。
他開啟抽屜。
我取出食物，驚嘆不已，看見他快樂地離開。
我赤腳走在地毯走廊上，跟著他來到電梯口，
看著他等候，然後走進了電梯。

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[Verse 2 – 🎻 Strings enter softly beneath piano + guitar, gradual build of warmth]
托盤上還有一瓶 Mike 茶，
一種名叫隱形朋友的茶，
茶香帶著寧靜與古老廚房的味道，
帶我回到童年時光。

我喜歡自己做羽毛筆，
沾著瓶裝墨水，
寫給我想像中王子的情書—
他是英雄，一條龍，或一位水手，
有時是魔術師，
有時是小丑。

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[🎐 Guqin Solo – first instrumental break (~25s)]
(Sparse, meditative tones; space and silence; fading into next section)

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[Chorus – 🌹 Strings bloom softly, emotional but restrained vocals]
喔，童年，童年，
你是蠟筆與躲藏的地方，
你是階梯上回蕩的笑聲，
你是街道電線中迷失的風箏，
帶著意外的梔子花香氣飄送，
帶著藏著秘密的翡翠，
還有那輕撫茶杯的關節炎沙啞聲音。

年少時我在尋找我的成年。
現在，我對童年的回憶深感懷念。

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[Verse 3 – 🌙 Stripped back again: piano + faint guitar + solo cello line]
就在那自動化中，
童年化身為機器人歸來，
老年在我父親的雙手中訴說，
現在則在白茉莉的香氣中跳動。

時間延展又收縮，
記憶的海洋匯聚。
在自我與責任的交匯處，
沒有簡單的答案，
唯一的選擇是堅強。

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[Bridge – 🌌 Ambient pad + whispering strings, ethereal vocal tone]
就在那一瞬間，
機器與我的記憶共存，
時光在現實的喧囂中留下一聲嘆息，
以及童年未曾凋零的迴響。

我回望曾經的運河，
看見那個小女孩站在繁忙街道上，自信輕鬆地速寫人群與建築，
聽見小燕子穿著美麗衣裳，唱著熟悉的童年歌曲。

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[🎻 Erhu Solo – second instrumental lead (~30s)]
(Emotional, expressive; transitions into chorus — like the soul singing)

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[Chorus – 🌹 Full emotional bloom, strings + piano + subtle percussion, vocals soaring softly]
喔，童年，童年，
你是蠟筆與躲藏的地方，
你是階梯上回蕩的笑聲，
你是街道電線中迷失的風箏，
帶著意外的梔子花香氣飄送，
帶著藏著秘密的翡翠，
還有那輕撫茶杯的關節炎沙啞聲音。

年少時我在尋找我的成年。
現在，我對童年的回憶深感懷念。

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[Final Verse – 🎙️ Almost whispered, only piano + strings remain, slow fade]
一切都回到我的腦海，
梔子花，翡翠，楓葉，
溫熱的茶，關節炎，童年；
儘管未來由金屬與塑膠推動，
我的詩歌，我們的詩歌，依然在傳播中跳動。

我握著父親的手，
親吻他的臉頰，
告訴他：「我愛你」。
也許我不需要答案，
只需要簡單明瞭，
像那個無畏的小女孩。
深深吸一口氣，
只要開心我在這裡，
就在此刻，
緊握那份珍貴的愛，
永不褪色—
無懼時光與距離。

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[Outro – 🎹 Piano arpeggios + faint Guqin reprise + slow fade]
(Gentle closure, air and stillness linger after the final note)

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🌹 Childhood Kites

[Verse 1]
In the city that saw me born,
A food delivery robot crossed the lobby,
Carrying in its square belly the promises of a hot dinner.

I was so curious when I opened the hotel room door.
He opened his drawer.
I was in awe holding the food in my hand and saw him leaving happily.
I followed him barefoot down the carpeted hallway to the elevator
and saw him wait before entering the elevator.

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On the tray, there is also a bottle of Mike tea,
A tea with the name of an invisible friend,
Tea that smells like calm and old-fashioned cooking,
And that takes me back to my childhood.

I liked to make my own feather pen,
Dipped it in bottled ink,
And wrote a love letter to my imaginary prince—
A hero, a dragon, a sailor,
Sometimes a magician,
Sometimes a clown.

[Chorus]
Oh childhood, childhood,
You are crayons and hideouts,
You are laughter bouncing on the stairs,
You are a kite lost in the street wires,
That reaches me in the unexpected perfume of a gardenia,
With the jade that keeps secrets,
With the broken voice of arthritis that caresses a cup of tea.

I was searching for my adulthood when I was young.
Now, I feel nostalgic about my childhood memories.

[Verse 3]
And in that automatic gesture,
Childhood returns disguised as a drone,
Old age speaks in my father’s hands,
And the present pulses in the scent of a white jasmine.

Time stretches and condenses,
An ocean of memories converges.
At the intersection of self and responsibility,
No easy answer,
And the only choice is to be strong.

[Bridge]
And in the middle of that moment,
Where the machine and my memory coexist,
Time gives me a sigh amidst the noise of the present,
And the untouched echo of childhood.

I look back into the canal of the past.
I see that little girl standing on the busy street, sketching people and buildings with ease and confidence.
I hear the familiar childhood song of the little swallow, wearing beautiful dresses.

[Chorus]
Oh childhood, childhood,
You are crayons and hideouts,
You are laughter bouncing on the stairs,
You are a kite lost in the street wires,
That reaches me in the unexpected perfume of a gardenia,
With the jade that keeps secrets,
With the broken voice of arthritis that caresses a cup of tea.

I was searching for my adulthood when I was young.
Now, I feel nostalgic about my childhood memories.

[Final verse]
Everything has returned to my mind,
The gardenia, the jade, the maple leaf,
The warm tea, the arthritis, the childhood;
And although the future rolls on metal and plastic,
My poetry, our poetry, will continue beating in the delivery.

I hold my dad’s hand,
Kiss him on the cheek,
Tell him, “I love you.”
Maybe I don’t need an answer,
I just need to be simple and clear,
Like that little girl with no fear.
Just take a deep breath,
Just be happy I am here,
At this moment,
Holding onto the precious love
That will never fade away—
Not fearing time or distance.