Voices

  One said it’s a tewu guojia, a Nation of Secret Agents
  One said wo xiang ni, I think you
  One said it’s fulan touding, rotten through
  One said wo fachu, I grew timid
  One said chizao yao wandan de, it’s going to be finished sooner or later
  One said wo zui taoyan bianpao, I most heartily detest firecrackers
  One said wo haishi xiang ni, I still think you
  One said da chengshi you shenme hao, what’s good about big cities
  One said that’s jew in you
  One said labuchu jiushi labuchu, if you can’t pull you can’t pull
  One said shi er houyi, poetry till you end
  One said but you are kidding
  One said niandu shiren buxing, poets of the year no good
  One said bu fazhan yeshi ying daoli, non-development also a hard reason
  One said shui huaile, xin jiu huaile, bad water, bad heart
  One said wo xiang ni, I think you
  One said wusuowei, past caring
  One said fuzhou, city of comforting
  One said linghun zai jiao, soul calling
  One said yiqie guiyu wu, everything gone to nothing