Whose House is that

A piece of light folk music, The lyrics I wrote a long time ago, created using Suno.

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Whose House is that

I love basking in the sun early in the morning,
I love watching the birds fly down from afar to land on trees.
I love being by the riverbank alone,
Watching the stream flowing gently and quietly.

Back then, I chased after dragonflies, caught them, and then let them go,
Afraid they'd go back and tell their mom about me.
Back then, I played in shallow ponds,
Not afraid of getting my clothes dirty with mud and algae.

Whose house is that? The smoke curling up from the chimney, the faint scent of rice.
Whose house is that? A paradise that makes people linger and never want to leave.

I love lying on the bed after lunch,
I love closing my eyes and letting my imagination run wild.
What will I look like many years from now?
Slim and sharp, or plump and chubby?

Back then, I wasn’t afraid of crossing mountains with a heavy pack,
Shouldering everyone’s hopes.
No matter what lay ahead, I never surrendered,
Not afraid of the hardships that marked my face.

Whose house is that? Even through thick walls, you can hear the songs.
Whose house is that? Just a small alley, and you’ll reach it.

I love hearing you speak softly,
Telling me that we all need to learn to grow up.
Learning to hide our inner thoughts,
Because human nature is too cunning, we must learn to disguise.

I want a cozy, warm, not too big house,
No need to guard against those who love me.
It doesn’t need to be too extravagant or magnificent,
Just a place that stops me from drifting far away.

Whose house is that? The soup of seaweed, unforgettable for many years.
Whose house is that? Even in the darkest times, you can still find the way.

Whose house is that? No matter how downhearted, there's always a shoulder to lean on.
Whose house is that? Sweeping away sorrow and wounds.

Whose house is that? No matter how fierce the storms, I’m never afraid, never panicked.
Whose house is that? With thousands of thoughts, who is returning home?
Whose house is that? The hometown that makes me think of it endlessly.

Posted on 2025-02-17 Guangdong · Shenzhen