Original poem

The slower days of the past

Mu Xin

I remember when I was a teenager.

Do you remember the old days?

Everyone is sincere.

When everyone is sincere

A word is a word.

A word spoken is past recalling.

Chen Qing Railway Station

Dawn at the train station

The long street was dark and empty.

A dark street with no signs of pedestrians

The small shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot.

Steam from the soy milk stand

In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly.

In the past, night fell very late.

Cars, horses and mail are all slow.

Everything is slow, bicycles, horses, and mail cars.

Love only one person in my life.

It is enough to love someone all one's life.

These locks used to look good, too.

The old-fashioned locks are beautiful.

The key is exquisite fashion.

The key looks exquisite.

You'll understand when it's locked.

Once locked, others will understand.