The 72 Guests of the Courier Station

Graceful posture, clear and pure eyes

Kind smile, plain yet elegant attire

When I slowly use the words gifted by the years
To outline your figure, stroke by stroke

My worn-out soul, unexpectedly wrapped in warmth

You are but an ordinary passerby in my courier station

Yet like a bolt of happiness, piercing the gray sky

You come from overseas, your speech bright and clear

With curiosity, you softly ask me:

"Why are you always staring at your phone?"

"Why is your face always marked with melancholy?"

As you speak, you tell me about the couriers over there:

"Expensive, slow, but people always have smiles on their faces."

My thoughts suddenly "go around the firewall"

Like a speck of dust in a world of upheaval

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Yet as heavy as a mountain

Since becoming the keeper of this courier station

My busy heart no longer has the time to care

Which secret passcode the gossip hall has changed to this time

Who sold the sky, and is Qiong Yao still around?

Since becoming the keeper of this courier station

Complex desires have quietly stolen away my energy

Invitations from friends, the footsteps of a journey

Even a minor illness — I dare not have it anymore

The radical tension of society

Pushes, pulls, and drives us to run

Torn love — where else can you still find a "Pang Donglai"

Dissatisfaction spills all over the ground

Marching silently within the body

Even if swords and shadows come rushing at me

I still refuse to be the person crossing the line

In this grand dream

I only wish to guard a single flame of light

Even if it is as faint as a firefly’s glow

I refuse to go with the flow, or be swept into the tide of darkness

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