A car full of heavy watermelons drives,
on the melting Road under the blazing sun,
It moves with the earth trembling.
Got out of the car, and went home,
He fell directly on the sofa.
At this moment, time stops.
Clothes stand next to the cabinet,
Wearing heavy shadows.
A teacup sits on the table,
Shaking the reflection on the lid.
The lamp stuck his head on the wall,
Squinting his sleepy eyes.
They all listened in silence
Waiting for A ticking sound
from the master's wrist.