Thickening puer tea and tis' night hockey game
Sha Yan
Rushed me from work home on Saturday afternoon
Cooked meal, had little rest, while the cd music was on
Sounds right, throughout the evening, no slang
Thinking to see what kind of TV is on, after I have done
The hockey game is on, Chicago vs. Toronto, raven guns
It is close to the Halloween season, TVs and mortal ghost sleighs
On tis' channel, thus sounds familiarly weird, no one is a moron
Like usual, hockey players were still running, tis' TV, jury duty and son
It is dark and wet tonight, no cloud floating, close to midnight thickening
The hockey is still on, I turned into the kitchen and brewed a pot of puer tea
Thickening night after ten and the thickening puer, taste bud clean
Glimpse sky, grayish layer laying my slayer, no one will win, a decent spy leans
What you say, ravaging rat, I remember the scene at the market this afternoon
Cold year, cute whilst hateful, no clue before the Christmas, year will go through
Maybe, a thick check would do, no one specifies, stop watch, oh no, no rush
Maybe... no one is a waste, that part, I often keep to myself, market's rule
