Xingfu (Happy)
幸福
When I sleep I have this dream
I'm in a place I've never been.
Passing through a wall, net clutched in
my hand, and eyes like strangest moonlight.
I find I'm trapped inside the net
I'm holding in my hand.
I've been here all along.
It's just like my memory,
but I have no memory here...
I have no memory here...
When I sleep I have this dream
I'm with a girl I've never seen.
There's something strange about her face
but still I want her bad;
she ran away with my objections,
stole all the protests that I had.
I'm so afraid, so afraid
I'll wake up.
So afraid I'll wake...
Up.
She's laughing at me now -
laughing that I have no memory,
that I have no memory here.
Xingfu... ...Happy
Xingfu... ...Happy
Xingfu...
...and then I suddenly woke up.
Outside the Window
窗外
On the sky outside my window,
snowflakes drifting down...
couldn't even guess what season you are in.
Grabbing at, grabbing at the random shards
that disapper into a winter's night.
Everything vanishes without a trace.
Everything's that much harder to forget.
Remembering you, satisfying myself
like the snow and ice outside my window,
there's no future in it.
Remembering you, satisfying myself
like everything outside my window,
it doesn't really mean anything.
Forever a Secret
永远是个秘密
I've long since forgotten how it felt to see
my mother's face, for the first time.
And I've forgotten everything about being born.
This road is littered countless
with the things I've left behind =
abandoned purities, discarded things,
I never thought to keep.
And lies are the distance between us.
I'm sure there's never been a day as perfect as today,
never been a more ideal sun, or a sunshine quite the same.
Yet still I stand here, breathing in shame.
You don't have to tell me where we'll be
a spring, a year, from now.
No matter where we try to run
we can't escape ourselves.
Living in this trap
it's forever a secret.
We run but can't outrun ourselves
it's forever a secret.
I'm sure there's never been a day as perfect as today,
never been a more ideal sun, or a sunshine quite the same.
Yet still I stand here, breathing in shame.
You don't have to tell me where we'll be
a spring, a year, from now.
No matter where we try to run
we can't escape ourselves.
Living in this trap
it's forever a secret.
We run but can't outrun ourselves
it's forever a secret, forever a secret.
The Place Where Buried Treasure Lies
埋藏着宝藏的地方
In the place where buried treasure lies
there flows a little stream;
The whole world smells like flowers,
and somewhere someone sings.
In the place where buried bodies lie
there are just some vagrant clouds;
There are flowers but they have no scent,
and songs without a sound.
We all have to pass through our ideals
to get to where life ends -
A place no buried treasure lies,
no flowers with their scent,
the little stream has gone from view,
there are just the vagvant clouds
there are just the vagvant clouds.
Epitaph
墓志铭
Each day drips by,
drip drops
some slow loss.
But I'm still here.
Breathing greedily
like the flame
from a candle,
as it lights up
a single green
blade of grass,
stripped naked and exposed
beautiful life...
it's a beautiful life...
How can I be not like this?
How can I pass one minute, not like this?
How can I pass one minute, just not like this?
Yesterday, yesterday, today and yesterday,
is there nothing in them not the same?
How can I pass one minute, not like this?
Yesterday and today,
is there nothing there that's not the same?
I Think I Might Have Died Last Night
昨天晚上我可能死了
I think I might have died last night
but what I died of,
even I forget.
Last night I forgot
to remember to live.
I think I forgot what
"to live" even means.
How do I know I'm alive?
How do I know if I'm dead?
Hey...... that could floating by
up there in the sky -
is that me?
is that me?
is that......me?
I have no corpse
I have no breath
the sky presses down
like a grave -
who'll save me...?
who'll save me...?
I think I might have died last night
but what I died of,
even I forget...
what I died of,
even I forget...
Way Back When
很久以前
It was once upon a time
way back, way back when
when flowers ruled the earth
and sweet dew fell like rain.
When this picture of springtime in my hand
stretched far as the eye could see
and someone jumped into the clean clear stream
and began to swim.
Walking here deep in the mountains
old forests thick with trees
I want to go back to the picture in my hand
jump into that clear running stream
I want to go back to way back when
go back to way back when
go back to way back when
The Circling Sun
循环的太阳
It's another morning
there's that same old sun
just like it was yesterday
basking in good times.
The leaves are green again,
and the winter has just passed,
It's like the year before.
You laugh with such joy
and cry with such pain
You can walk on forever
and not get very far.
It's another evening
there's that same single bulb.
Lying on this bed of
bored and wasted time,
looking at the guitar
hanging on the wall -
she, too, has no voice.
It's all just like the year before.
The leaves fall from the trees
to the same places
on the ground.
Circling Sun,
you follow all my day.
But like the withered leaves
you'll forget me too.
My mother gave me form
and hope I'd find some joy.
But the circling song has buried me deep.
I've buried by the circling sun
buried by the circling sun
buried by the circling sun.
Patient: Terminal
绝症病人
Hurry, hurry, next to me
and satisfy this lust.
Too hard, you stroke me into something
abnormal.
All that is, is here.
No place left to hide.
you're dangerous, on top of me -
I grow, and grow afraid.
Strangle this hunger
and drown this thirst,
just stay until these eyes
slam shut.
Lake Yanxi
雁栖湖
If last night's rain were never to stop,
then how would I still get your news?
How would I know that you'd already gone,
that you left here so long ago?
If the sun still won't shine on tomorrow,
then when will the dawn ever come?
When will I ever leave you behind,
when will I ever forget?
I keep myself busy, I come and I go
I walk this road without stopping,
keeping on toward the place I must go.
Falling down drunk the fields of grass.
It's what happens when you lose your faith.
Guess it's not my happy childhood's fault;
It was over so fast, anyway.
Time is slowly changing me.
No matter where I try to hide,
I'll soon be snoaked to the skin in this rain,
so just bury me by the shore of the lake
by the shore of the Lake Yanxi
by the shore of the Lake Yanxi.
紧随三叶虫之后的冷血动物，他们来势凶猛，从上古至今，在同样凄美的夜空下吐着令人心寒的舌信。
照着10年前买的磁带的歌页敲出来的，不是闲得蛋疼，只为对这张专辑的基情。
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