Orange Mug

I bought an orange mug

I used to use the one looked similar, remember？

It reminds me of the days when a child

It looks just monochrome but colorful for me

I said

“Piggyback! Piggyback ride!” ”

to father on the road

I’ve still been chasing his wide back

One day I see him of crying

I swear that I’ll be a man who can give more love

How many scratches will it get？

I’ll fix it even if its handle is broken

Always tells me that Im OK, I’m OK

How many times will it tell me that

I can be strong ‘Cause I feel him in my blood？

so I’m OK, Im OK

Hey Mother I remember

Hot milk tea in the midnight of December

So sweet ‘Cause of the sugar and your love

I wanna hold the hot orange mug forever

“What is bad is bad, bad is bad, boy”“

Sometimes taught me

Unreasonable, too young

And she held my hand and looking at my eyes

“Let’s go home ‘Cause your dad is waiting for you” ”

with a warm smile

Under the moon

Gentle wind

Writing this for you

Scratches it will get

I’ll fix it even if its handle is broken

Always tells me that Im OK , I’m OK

How many times will it tell me that

I can be strong ‘Cause I feel them in my blood

so I’m OK, Im OK