The Tea Grandpa Makes


Translation/pinyin/lyrics by Ho@multistars.com

The Tea Grandpa Makes

Composer: Jay Chou (周杰倫) (周杰伦)
Lyricist: Vincent Fang (方文山) (方文山)


The mountain spring
On the earth's surface is creeping
From a very long time very long time in the past
I had a childish face
The spring permeates through the large rock's mineral layer
The camphor wood seedling Grandpa plants above
Still remember that year
On a rainy day
That seven year old me hid in the eaves
Yet I constantly wanted to swing
Grandpa is smoking
He says in the Tang Dynasty era, Luk Yue wrote three scriptures on tea
It has been passed on from generation to generation for a thousand years
That day
I leaf through the dictionary
Checking for what wording
To describe one thing
Very faraway
The edge of the sky
Is it on the other side of the corner of the ocean?
Until I was nine, only then did I know I was wasting my time
This camphor wood tea table's cross-section
It has 23 annual rings
On the other side of the shot, jumping to receive my mature face
Passed these years
Grandpa's hand cocoon
The bubbles in the water will have the dark brown spreading
The tea Grandpa makes
Has a kind of taste called 'family'
(No way of to fault-find it
The feel on the mouth and the sense of taste is not bad)
The tea Luk Yue makes
I hear of that he doesn't even take the fame and gain
(He rides a thin horse and goes to the ends of the sky)
The tea Grandpa makes
Has a kind of taste called 'family'
(His head is full of white hair
The time of drinking tea
We are not allowed to speak)
The tea Luk Yue makes
Is like a landscape painting done with splashes of ink
(The windy and dusty of the Tang Dynasty era
At present the wind is still blowing)
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