Still got a headache
That man who is about to die still has got a headache
The spirit medium says: He still has unfinished business in
this world
The pastor quietly tells the family
That there’s some money hidden under his pillow
Money he'd forgotten to give his little lover, all those years
ago
2
I'm not too fond of striking up a conversation with you
Because we don’t have much in common
My Luoyang
Is definitely not the Chang’an you’re yearning for
When I say flyover, you insist on calling it an overpass
To meet you on the other side of the road, I’ll have to take a
detour
3
Do you want to admit defeat?
You've already got a specious medal on your chest
Riding a dugout
You become the King of the Sea
Always protected by the stormy waves rolling all around
you
The tempestuous billows’ battle cry shaking the very heavens
4
You say that only the sun
Can cure your long-standing depression
Can put a shine on you
The golden light of dawn, bright and dazzling
Ah, solar energy: nothing less than an aphrodisiacal hormone
Yet before your eyes there’s always a misty blur of rain