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作词：飞马流星
作曲：飞马流星
演唱：飞马流星
The old rattan chair sways gently on the balcony
The sunlight climbs the fine lines at your eyes like a bridge
You hold the enamel mug and take a sip of hot tea
Suddenly humming that tune –which I always can't recall completely
The first line goes “The moon climbs up the willow treetop”
I've forgotten if the second is “The wind sways”or “The rain floats”
You wave your hand with a smile and say “Getting old my memory's poor”
Yet those off -key notes are livelier than those on the record
I softly hum the off -key old ballad
Following your hoarse tail notes floating high and low
Just like when you lulled me to sleep in the afternoon as a child
Using the palm -leaf fan to shake down stars and time's feathers
This off -key ballad it's a patch sewn by the years
Sewing the scattered childhood into the stitches of your hem
The old radio creaks as it turns the channels
Playing new songs but I only hear your chatter
You said you sang this song on the ridge of the field back then
Next -door A Niu always ran after you falling in mud and laughing
Later A Niu went far away to work
Your hair gradually turned white and you're no longer young
But every time at dusk you lean against the old doorframe
That song will float up from the years and sway gently
I softly hum the off -key old ballad
Imitating the way you lulled me back then to trace it slowly
Just like when you taught me to recognize the first morning glory
Using your rough palm to hold all my questions
This off -key ballad it's the secret signal of time
When the twilight spreads over the eaves we're back in the original cradle
Later I had my own child
You secretly taught him to sing this off -key ballad
He said “Grandma sings like a little boat swaying”
And the light in your eyes twines more tenderly than the moonlight
When one day you fall asleep in the rocking chair
I'll gently close the frost at your eyes
That unfinished old ballad is still floating
In the wind in the clouds in the echoes of our lives –
“The moon climbs up the willow treetop ”