Lyrics: Yang Zongwei
Music: Wu Guanjing Yi Jieqi
From the place where there's nothing
To the place where there's nothing
We're walking along the road as if nothing happened
We're walking along the road like nothing happened
The ones that we've forgotten are just bubbles
They'll break when you touch them with your hands. The yellowing has its own reasons
The thoughts will get thinner and thinner
Your old face in the breeze
has been blown to the sky
I'm in the midst of a city that moves so fast
I'm still on my own
I've had my own visions, but they didn't work out
I've had to rely on a song. A song is really talking about me
It's sung with a particularly dry and hoarse throat
Singing with a faint sadness
I used to dream, but then it got even lonelier
There's nothing left for us
Forgive me for using a throat with a particularly muffled voice
Pretend that I'm nostalgic
Pretend that I'm in pain
From the place where there's nothing left. Where there's nothing
To where there's nothing
We're walking like nothing happened
We're walking like nothing happened
The people we've forgotten are just bubbles
Break with the touch of your hands
Yellowing has its own reasons for yellowing
The thoughts will get thinner and thinner
The face of the past that floats in the breeze of yours
The face of the past that floats in the wind
What is it, the face of the past that you are?
Blown to the sky
I'm still living alone in the midst of a fast-paced city
I used to dream, but it didn't work out
I can only rely on a song that really talks about me
It's with a particularly dry, hoarse throat
Singing with faint sorrow
I used to dream, but it was even lonelier
I used to dream, but it was even lonelier. I used to dream, but then I got even lonelier
We have nothing left
Forgive me for pretending I'm nostalgic
For pretending that I'm in pain
I used to dream, but then I didn't
I can only rely on a song that really talks about me
It was sung with a particularly hoarse throat
With a faint sadness.
I used to dream, and then I was even lonelier
We have nothing left
Forgive me for using a particularly hoarse throat
Pretend to be nostalgic
Pretend to be sore
In fact, I'm really nostalgic
And I'm sore
And I'm sore, too.