Nuo Ya Fang Zhou (諾亞方舟)

Goodbye, strawberry donuts, the café at the street corner, raindrops falling.

Goodbye, black and white old photographs, memories of the cinema, buried in the ground.

Goodbye, the park where we first met.

Who kissed whom first that day, the swing forgotten by someone.

Goodbye, so many luxury cars, watches, and shoes.

In the end, we could only take away the garden called memories.

If we have to say goodbye, if tonight we have to part with everything.

If you could only make one phone call, who would you dial?

Goodnight, parrots and peacocks, leopards and humans, gazing at the sea surface.

Goodnight, film rolls and records, floating in the waves, just like poems.

Goodnight, the Statue of Liberty drifting to Wall Street.

We touch the tip of Burj Khalifa on the deck.

Goodnight, dolphins leaping from the rooftops of Tibet.

It turns out that the day in our fantasies is more beautiful than we imagined.

Still we have to say goodbye, still giving up the world below sea level.

What memories will you pack as souvenirs inside your luggage?

Finally saying goodbye, finally no more tomorrows to chase.

What regrets do you still have that are incomplete, not yet perfect?

When the comet burns at the edge of the sky, meteors like raindrops.

When radiation is more intense than sunlight.

Let love become intense when every fate is more grand.

When forever becomes a kind of distance.

When periods become a perspective.

Let humanity finally become the same kind.

Bravely saying goodbye, bravely parting with the past and the future.

Bidding farewell to every bloodline, identity, status, intelligence or ignorance.

The last farewell, the final wish is to learn to soar.

Flying over non-existent high mountains, grasslands, starry skies, and blue skies.

Let Noah's Ark sail towards the horizon.

Let Noah's Ark sail towards the International Date Line.

Let Noah's Ark sail towards the horizon.

Let Noah's Ark sail towards infinity.