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A Stitch of Suzhou（叙事抒情版・V3.9）
作词：泽希（Zesen）&东山居士（Easthill Hermit）
混音：东山居士（Easthill Hermit）
When she retired she left her hometown far behind
Her daughter said osmanthus blooms in Suzhou even in winter
The cobblestone streets were wetter than those in the north
That first year Suzhou dialect sounded like a foreign tongue to her
But day by day she settled in
“Not bad at all ”she’d softly say
But her hands could never bear to be idle
Her sewing machine traveled with her to Suzhou town
She said “I ought to do something for this town”
Just like the year I first came from my hometown
Sewing machine clicks and clacks humming a soft song
Each stitch sews Suzhou’s time into its threads
A rolled hem breathes new life into each day
A foreign land turns to home not overnight but with time
What a gentle delight
An old neighbor brings a cheongsam needing its collar altered
She says this fabric bought from Guanqian Street
has been with her for decades
A young mom pulls a suitcase over
The zipper’s broken —could you please fix it for me
She doesn’t speak just bows her head to thread the needle
When the thread breaks she threads another one
But her hands could never bear to be idle
Her sewing machine traveled with her to Suzhou town
She said “I ought to do something for this town”
Just like the year I first came from my hometown
Sewing machine clicks and clacks humming a soft song
Each stitch sews Suzhou’s time into its threads
A rolled hem breathes new life into each day
A foreign land turns to home not overnight but with time
What a gentle delight
Some say she mends old clothes
She says she mends the memories she can’t bear to lose
This suitcase has been with her for most of her life
It has traveled with her through Dali and Gaoyou
If the sewing machine stops the people will drift apart
That’s why she keeps her foot on the pedal never stopping
Sewing machine clicks and clacks humming a soft song
Each stitch sews Suzhou’s time into its threads
A rolled hem breathes new life into each day
A foreign land turns to home not overnight but with time
What a gentle delight
What a gentle delight
What a gentle delight