In Passing – HUSKING BEE
A noisy town, a quiet town, used to see the scenery
A strange box, standing in town, I’m always wondering
A paved pass, dead-end street, see the cats that run so fast,
“How are you？” delivery trucks
A noisy road, a quiet road, long waiting signals, five way junction,
a crossroad
Happened to think about Someone else’s, life and Story
Happened to smell so good someone else’s, flower and dinning
Happened to come to my mind everything I thrown away
Reflect old times I recall in passing
A noisy town, a quiet town, used to see the scenery
A strange box, standing in town
A noisy road, a quiet road, long waiting signals, five way junction,
a crossroad
Happened to think about Someone else’s, life and Story
Happened to smell so good someone else’s, flower and dinning
Happened to come to my mind everything I thrown away
Reflect old times I recall in passing
The meaning of what you had said
Remember a bitter memory, a sweet memory, things I forget
In passing, happened to find out a drawing that I saw on that day,
things that I thrown away which reflect the time
A place I forget what kind of stores there
Passing through like same things remain there
Many stories made the beginning days
Many pages are passing and crossing