丨Firewood丨

Firewood makes fire. The little match girl struck a match,

Seeing hope, but when the match went out, hope scattered.

Love, sometimes, also needs mutual warmth.

丨Rice丨

Some choose love, some choose rice.

Love and rice cannot be compared like fish and bear's paw.

If I must choose between love and rice,

I believe because of you, I can have both.

丨Oil丨

Bought a bottle of 'Tianxiang' peanut oil from the supermarket.

The kitchen's oily fragrance is all the scent of peanuts.

It lingers daily, wrapping around my longing and waiting.

丨Salt丨

Put salt in the dish to bring out its flavor.

Use salt appropriately to suit the taste.

The key to suiting the taste is having a heart of tolerance.

The key to tolerance is love; love is the essence of salt.

丨Sauce丨

In the southern winter, the air is damp and chilly.

Under the lamplight, I can't help but think of you again,

Like red chili sauce smeared on my heart.

Just a little bit makes me shed pitiable tears.

丨Vinegar丨

Take a sip and stop—easier said than done, disputes still arise.

When agitated, people choose the sharpest words they know,

Hurling them at the other, hurting them,

While leaving themselves no room to retreat.

I believe there will always be an unfading flower season, an undying legend.

丨Tea丨

The last of the seven flavors, thus seeming even more distant and enduring.

Busy as you are, you leave it to me.

Days after parting grow full in the rising and falling of tea leaves,

Our mutual understanding and comfort, warm and subtle,

Carrying a hint of sweetness and a hint of bitterness.