While I’m listening, the tears burst out of my old eyes and wet my collar.
For the present Shanghai, the lyric shall be modified as follows:
It’s disgusting how you sound as if you’re at the gate of the hell
when you’re really with me.
………….
I do remember when I felt so far from you
it’s really more than I can bear
and though I stay with you day and night
you turn to be stranger and stranger to me
and the moon and the stars seem different from I saw
it’s not the same sun up in the sky either.
And your voice in my ear is like hell to me
like the sand storm from the north.
There are YPs everywhere nibbling off all the niceness of old Shanghai
and new YPs who are flooding in and in
………..
Oh, I gotta leave you even if I’m not willing to
who you were will be a remote & vague memory in my tearful dream.
