The Taste of 6 Years Old - From Mom's Hand to a Lonely Christmas

Описание: Do you remember the first time you had KFC? 🍗 This song is for everyone fighting the "Rat Race" life, far away from home. "The Taste of 6 Years Old" captures the bittersweet feeling of growing up, "lying flat," and missing Mom's warm hand on a cold Christmas night. ❄️

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《The Taste of 6 Years Old》
The neon light is flickering outside I'm sitting at the KFC, nowhere to hide Another day of work, another endless race Just a tired woman with a weary face The Christmas tree is shining by the door But I don't feel like celebrating anymore My boss is calling, my phone is going mad This "rat race" life is making me so sad

Then I smell the gravy, warm and sweet It takes me back to a dusty street I'm six years old, small and shy Watching the world with a curious eye

Oh, Mom, I'm missing home tonight Under the plastic bucket's red and white light That mashed potato tasted like a dream Now life is "internal melting", or so it seems You stood in the long line, while I sat at the seat Watching your back, waiting for a treat Now I'm across the ocean, on a lonely chair I look around, but Mom, you're not there

The flavor's changed, it's not the same today Or maybe I'm the one who's lost her way I'm "lying flat" in this plastic chair Wishing I could breathe that hometown air Thousands of miles, a different time zone A "working person" feeling all alone I see a mother, waiting in the line And I wish that her tired hands were mine

The world is moving way too fast I'm holding on to the shadows of the past Mom, can you hear me through the wind and snow? I'm just a tired girl with nowhere to go... Oh, Mom, I'm missing home tonight Under the plastic bucket's red and white light That mashed potato tasted like a dream Now life is "internal melting", or so it seems You stood in the long line, while I sat at the seat Watching your back, waiting for a treat Now I'm across the ocean, on a lonely chair I look around, but Mom, you're not there

I'm still sitting at the seat... But the taste is gone, and the memories are sweet... Merry Christmas, Mom... I'll see you in my dreams.