Q U A R T E T

C a f é P l u m e

r e s i d e n c e E P

float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee;
on a jasmine flower,
residing in my dreams

- i n n e r f r o

w h o c a r e s i f i m i n d

谁管我在意
sheí guǎn wǒ zài yì
[ who cares if i mind ]

毫无
háo wú
[ about nothing ]

养荟
yǎng huì
[ "about how nothing" brings us all together ]

不败
bù bài
[ "about how nothing" is stronger than one can imagine ]

只是
zhǐ shì
[ "about how nothing" is ]

好像真有的一种子
hǎo xiàng zhēn yǒu de yī zhǒng zi
[ like it really is ]

- i n n e r f r o

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“There were some specific scenes from very early memories, always hanging around there…

A scene I could never forget - back in the days at a boarding kindergarten while I was four years old. All of us kids were sleeping in a large room filled with all the kid beds.

Some nights, I was still awake in the darkness, and there’s a railroad nearby. I didn’t know what time it was exactly, but it seems like I was not alone being sober. The crunching sound when the trains passed by, the rhythmic noise clicking on the rail, sharing the same space together, while I was listening to…”

- jun