Background Music

Scattering the chopped onions and added the egg, it is the fried rice not in Yangzhou 
 Everyone's heart is complaining and it's close to closing – who still needs to pay the bill? 
 You said the dumplings weren't sold out and are just enough to eat for dinner 
 I look at Pearl Harbor beyond the window, the background music is reciprocated 

 Strolling down a random street (a street in Berlin or Milan) 
 Finding a kind of doomed feeling (Oh~ just like the feeling here) 
 I unhesitatingly tour the world, wearing out my iron shoes 
 Visiting this pre-existent arrangement 
 Looking for a street with you in it (a street in Cairo or Kyoto) 
 Seeking the feeling of going home (the feeling of frozen time) 
 Returning home in legends is usually looked upon with disdain 
 Turns out that the most desired things are nothing more than these 

 Ironing someone else's shirt thinking about our children 
  
 And what to name them; Little Pearl, Peach, or Naomi 
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 Big red lanterns are hung high up 
 There are antiques and calligraphy everywhere 
 Even though it's cheap, it's always considered home 

 The Chinatowns all over the world (the Chinatowns all over the world) 
 Are an enormous knot of affection (behind the memorial archway are gorgeous illusions) 
 But you've been wandering on the other side of the world, (for) ten thousand and one nights 

 You must be thinking about going back home to celebrate 
 In a strange street (a street in Warsaw or Seoul) 
 There is a familiar feeling one after another (drifting because you haven't stopped yet) 
 I have already toured the world, wearing out my iron shoes 
 And time passes by on an ordinary night 



 Thanks to razvan