They Are Still Awake

作詞：大國 Gordon Tseng     作曲：小雪 Sharon Tseng

Up the hill, the Tung blossoms of this year are awake,
Above the green ocean, flying their white snowflakes.
Up dad’s head hill, some of them just cannot wait
To quietly spread their snowflakes in the black night that’s not really late.
Dad takes us up to the hill’s peaceful lake
To feel those gentle flakes the breezes gently make.
And, he says that just like the Tung blossoms in May,
The bloom of youth brightens the whole life hill, on those adventure days.
Up the hill, the Tung blossoms of this year have gone away.
No more white flakes flying above the green ocean or lake.
But, those on my dear dad’s head hill are still awake, are still awake, still awak
e.
Oh, why are they keeping awake in that black night that’s not really late?