(Verse 1)
At 6:15, each dawn began,
Old Mr. Li would lift his hands.
Tea and sweets in a quiet lane,
Life went on, though much had changed.
(Chorus)
In the corner shop, the clock stood still,
The taste of time, the hands of skill.
Each cup of tea, a story steeped,
A memory sown, a promise to keep.
(Verse 2)
The cat named Miao slept on the till,
A peaceful world, yet full of will.
Neighbors came, their laughter shared,
In every glance, his care was bared.
(Chorus)
In the corner shop, the clock stood still,
The taste of time, the hands of skill.
Each cup of tea, a story steeped,
A memory sown, a promise to keep.
(Bridge)
One morning came, he wasn’t there,
The shutters closed, the street felt bare.
But his photo stays, his spirit near,
In every sip, his love appears.
(Outro)
Now the shop hums with art and cheer,
But his memory lingers, crystal clear.
“Grandpa, who knew the taste of time,”
Forever here, in rhythm and rhyme.