I woke up in the morning, raindrops knocking at the window
The world is so near to me, yet so far from Beijing
If I can choose, I want to be a dancer, stirring the air around my body
Well, the reality is not bad: I’m a sound weaver now, so I dance in my mind
I live in a magic world. I talk to myself a lot.
I have many secrets, and I shoehorned them in a small vase and put it in my pocket.
If you are puzzled,
Don’t read me,
Listen to me.