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Under the warm light of the grocery store, we share soda; in the winter night, hot tea warms the heart. Graduation photos hold smiles, and when unemployed, you pass me lobster. Time brews sweetness, and you are my steadiest oar. Soda under the warm light of the grocery store, hot tea in winter night to warm the atrium. Graduation photos save smile marks, you hand lobster when you lose your job. Years of brewing sugar, you are my most stable oar. Huang Junhua Song Author Huang Junhua Singer Huang Junhua Song Author JunHua Huang Song Author JunHua Huang Song Singer JunHua Huang Huang Lyrics: The grocery store at the entrance of the alley is still lit with warm yellow lights. We once ate a bag of orange soda until dawn. You said that the future is like a poem line that has not been written. You should fold the laughter into the wings of the paper plane. That winter night, I came to warm the tea, years swayed gently on the strings. Those times turned into sugar. Bitterness and joy were shared in the old place. You were the most stable oar in my years. When I moved, I found out the faded graduation phase. The wrinkles you laughed out were still stained with the fragrance of cake. When I lost my job that year, I cried hoarse on the phone. You said that the sky was falling and I ate this plate of crayfish first. Now the children are around us, you quietly clinked your glasses and said that it was absurd to respect your youth. The years swayed gently on the strings. Those times turned into sugar. Bitter and happy were all shared in the old place. You were the most stable oar in my years. Autumn leaves fell on the bench beside us. Like the old shirt you borrowed from me in those days, time took away the green face and the tacit eyes. The years swayed gently on the strings, those times have turned into sugar, bitterness and joy have been shared in the old place, you are the most stable oar in my years.