The cold, nimble voice of Teresa Teng quietly resonated from the desk radio. It was particularly pleasing especially on a hot, summer day. “Where have I seen you before?” she muses. “Ah, in my dreams.”

“It’s you- it’s you- all my dreams comprise of you,” Tzuyu found herself quietly humming. She had grown up listening to Teresa Teng- the star of her homeland, the Chinese voice of decadence, the index of romantic possibilities. Even Nai Nai, who had claimed to never taking a liking to pop, loved Teng. ‘There’s just something different about her.’

“Hey, stop fooling around and take the flower off of your ear.”

Suddenly the door swung open, and Tzuyu’s brother was behind her. It was enough to startle her, flinching, that the flower tucked behind her ear had fallen to the table.

“And fix your cheongsam and come out. Papa has visitors over- they want to see you.”

“Okay.” Tzuyu replied, sighing. She twisted a knob on the radio, and suddenly Teresa Teng’s voice was now a mere remnant of the past, an intangible object from a few moments ago. She checked herself on Nai Nai’s compact mirror before heading out, and she continued to muse, wondering if she herself had a smile that was comparable to blooming flowers on a Spring day, just as Teresa Teng had described a lost lover’s.

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a/n

hello it's been a long time ^^ anyway my family has been listening to teresa teng lately, and i have just watched in the mood for love dir. wong kar wai and it was so pretty, and being chinese myself i couldn't help but think that it was such a nice setting to write with, really, so this happened ;_;

late 70s au in taiwan!!