Thickening puer tea and tis' night hockey game

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