让时光回到2005年的那个下午

Let Time Return to That Afternoon in 2005 I put on my skateboard shoes put on my Walkman The first song on the playlist is Mice Love Rice Hop on my bike the sound of Lover on the street pierces through my earphones delivering a dimensional strike I put down my bike that rock-hard sun-scorched dog poop has already been picked up by someone The sketchy cybercafes have also turned into internet cafes with no smell of smoke Oh wow there's even 3D printing erhu and PS5 XBOX Switch inside Holy cow street youths and professors are all here good lord I'm afraid this ten bucks in my pocket won't be enough Next time gotta ask mom and dad for a bit more they will definitely understand Today should I play MU, Legend of Mir, Fantasy Westward Journey, or maybe a round of War3? Whatever, O2Jam and BNB it is Beep beep beep cough cough who is it someone left me a QQ message oh my first love is here I'm not playing with you guys anymore I'm gonna go talk on the phone for hours Riding my bike home passing by that bakery Huh how come I don't see that old lady who kidnapped me back then Oh she lost her job losing it is good turns out her employer already had a chubby baby boy and might add a sweet little daughter to keep them warm like a little padded jacket next year That unemployed old lady hurry up and enroll in a senior college or go dance in the public square you were once a child too weren't you Doing the yangge dance jumping rope or shooting marbles playing jacks aren't they all really fun On the road I bump into that school bully who beat me up again Wave my hand hello there When you were strung up and beaten by your dad I really wanted to let you down Let me dab some iodine on you wipe your tears okay After all you were the one who took me to skip school otherwise I wouldn't have experienced it Ah someone handed me a tissue because I am crying bitterly That is the truest compassion of human nature written by Rousseau You all of you aren't you the same oh people go ahead and cry it is not a sin Wipe away the tears we're almost home The old basketball court is still there the guys playing ball are even more agile now Even though everyone has a few more stories like that song Old Boy But on the sidelines aren't there more kids and girls watching the game Oh man mom is calling me home for dinner Today was so much fun