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In the morning, the kitchen smells of soya-bean milk, and you sprinkle scallions into my bowl. The sun falls on your shoulders, shaking the old time. I once chased the distant waves, but later I understood that what moved me was the temperature of hot tea. For a long time, I lived side by side in the evening. Romantic trees grew early in the plain days. In the early morning, the fragrance of soy milk fills the kitchen as you sprinkle chopped green onions into my bowl. The sunlight falls on your shoulders, shimmering with the old memories. I once chased distant waves, but later I understood that what touches the heart is the warmth of hot tea, and what lasts is walking side by side through the days and nights. In the simplicity of life, a romantic tree has quietly grown. Huang Junhua Song Author Huang Junhua Singer Huang Junhua Song Author JunHua Huang Song Author JunHua Huang Song Singer JunHua Huang Huang Lyrics: Soybean milk fragrance floats in the kitchen in the morning, you scatter chopped green onion into the middle of my bowl, sunshine climbs on your camel’s shoulder, shaking the old time like an old rattan chair. That year we chased the waves in the distance and thought romance was hidden in the unknown distance. The most touching is not the stars, it was the hot tea you handed with temperature. It turned out that the longest was not the oath, but the morning and evening that you and I have seen side by side. Romantic trees grew in the plain days. The most touching was not the starlight, but the hot tea you handed with temperature. It turned out that the longest was not the oath. It’s the morning and evening that you and I have seen side by side. Romantic trees grow in plain days,