Old life in front of the house in west street...
The road of west street "one and four,"
A lantern at the door, a few steps;
In the courtyard of a patio, a corner of the white wall;
A pavilion at the edge of the street, a wall of debris;
In the shadow of the eyes of the old grandfather, the old grandmother with the sole of the sole...
Enron was like a black-and-white set in an old movie.

Everything you need in life
Once on the back of the house in west street
The days were direct and fresh, with a warm heart
At that time, people were treating each other with great care

The bricklayer, the tinker, the tofu maker, the tinker, the carpenter, the barber, the tinker
The carvings, the gardeners, the blacksmiths, the shavers, the shavers, the bookmakers, the steelers, the weaver

In the fading country, the lost art
But their destiny is a little forgotten
They were the most authentic craftsmen in street life
Ordinary China sees the world
He found zen in every craft

In the fading country, the lost art
But their destiny is a little forgotten
The craftsmen in the city are precious,
Because they have to polish their skills,
Also to fight the impetuous society, depend on their own ideas.
Ordinary China sees the world
He found zen in every craft

And then we understood,
What we admire is not the craft itself,
It's the quiet and the memory behind the craft,
It is a delicate and elegant way of life on west street.