Grandma in Penghu Bay
The evening breeze blows in Penghu Bay, the white waves chase the beach There is no coconut grove with setting sun, just a piece of sea blue Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, thinking over and over again Also on the beach at dusk, there are two and a half footprints That's when my grandmother held a cane and gently pulled my hand Stepping on the twilight towards the afterglow, the warm Penghu Bay A footprint is a string of laughter that kills a lot of time Until the night engulfs ...
Grandma in Penghu Bay
The evening breeze blows in Penghu Bay, the white waves chase the beach There is no coconut grove with setting sun, just a piece of sea blue Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, thinking over and over again Also on the beach at dusk, there are two and a half footprints That's when my grandmother held a cane and gently pulled my hand Stepping on the twilight towards the afterglow, the warm Penghu Bay A footprint is a string of laughter that kills a lot of time Until the night engulfs ...
