I heard that AC/DC are playing at Yingze Park
For all those about to rock
I went to the park
The sky was grey
The dark smoke from the chimneys was  grey
The river was grey
In the deepening dusk
The whole earth was shrouded in grey
I closed my eyes
Angus in his uniform
The crowd shouting “Angus, Angus, Angus”
Light in the gathering dusk
Brightness of the future world.
I opened my eyes
I was back in black.