The Re-imagined‧重組想像的

Sabina Sun (05/18/2009)

From heart to heart, we try to chat

Over the creaky memory of our unbearable youth

There’s a place called home where we know how to tease and cheese

Playing piano, chewing notes, and singing opera

Left all the laughter to the living room

And whispers, whispering to the kitchen window on the roof

Through the mirror, we finally can see each other,

And another young woman, washing dishes on the corner

Still, cooking her raw and immature eye brow

Swinging her hair, listening to our adored Bruce Springsting,

Peace and war, still, the whole community chatting on

Like a whole city burning overwhelmingly on rock and roll

So, where are you? My sweet heart,

When the song touched my soul and made me so moved