作词 : Cassie Wei

作曲 : Yamato Kasai/Cassie Wei

Bamboo basket, reflector, working brakes

Never forget your helmet, trusty Mips

See ya, I’m off to the morning market

Thirty-three lemons

A healthy looking chicken and a dozen of free range eggs

Thanks, keep the change

Whistling a tune, (Attempting) pffhw

I’m home

What a perfect day

I hanged the sheets out in the yard

Oiled up my baking tray

Thinking about you, Mother

To recite her famous words

All you need are salt and pepper

To taste the happiness of life forever

Then the moon rose

And creamed lemon chicken roasted in the oven

Men in black kicked down my front door

Hey! Who? What? Why?

“You violated act 617 - Illegal Thoughts”

“You’re under arrest”

We all know the real answer was

“You shouldn’t have been born the way you are”

And we’re packed in a cargo choo choo train

Squeezing against the bodies similar to me

With tears rolling down our faces

We began to sing

“They can never take anything from our souls”

Louder and louder

“They can never take anything from our souls”

Louder and louder

They shaved off my hair

Fed me a foreign language

Looking on the bright side, I’m alive

I still remember all the people I love

So come at me, and do your worst

All this pain and suffer

Don’t stand a chance against our iron hearts

As the morning came and went

And the people stayed and left

And the earth went ‘round and around

The stars never looked so kind

The wind ever so fragrant

Through the tiny slit on the wall

Every night I was invited to watch

A theatre played by moonlit birds

They spread their wings

Carrying our silenced voices

Singing our historic songs

Letting everyone in the future know

That we existed

What a perfect night

I felt the urge to write a book

Pass down my life

Until recently, time didn’t feel so fast

With my bloody finger tip

All I needed were sticks and paper

I started to write, poems after poems

Then the moonlit birds came to meet me

They stole the key and opened the gates

We’re finally free

I picked up my bicycle

Riding home to Mother

Writing my delusion world

I saw a version of heaven

Where I sat in my yard

Reading a paperback print of my book

On a hillside, your little fist clutching sweat

Walking to the memorial park

You put down freshly cut white chrysanthemums

A former Thought Police lowers her hat

Children lying on the grass

Singing to poems written b