I was beaten to death by poverty in my father’s hometown,

Your past was raped by your people in your father’s hometown.

We met in Australia, home of the Opera House.

In our 20s, we hated each other,

In our 30s, we loved making love,

In our 40s, we loved our heart so much that making love is too much.

Looking at 50s, I wanna have a lot of lovers like you.

You visit me in my cafe, to try my Chinese Aussie brekkie.