What do you say? I know you're not here, but I still ask
Air can't take the place of your birth
Habits are like stubborn wounds that never heal
The thought of them tears at the soul
I'll keep the photos so that you'll have one more copy to wash
I've prepared an extra layer of sweaters for you
But I don't want to leave you alone, alone in the sea
I don't want to leave you alone in the storm
I don't want to leave you alone to bear the cruelty of the world
I don't want to leave you alone in tears
After you're gone, love will seem like a void
Leaving behind your cup
After you're gone, love will seem like a void
Leaving behind your cup
After you're gone, love will seem like a void
Leaving behind your cup
Leaving behind your cup
Leaving behind your cups and gloves and laughter
In the end, you took with you only the last of your innocence
and the one I couldn't let go of
Maybe in the future, you'll find someone who understands and cares for you
Next journey, you're going to have to be even happier
I don't want to leave you alone, alone and in the world
I don't want to leave you alone.
I don't want to leave you alone to bear the cruelty of the world
I don't want tears to accompany you to eternity
What do you say? I'll ask you even though I know you're not here
It's just because I'm used to the contented look in your eyes
In fact, I'm the last small possibility
I only want you to have a happy life
I only hope that destiny will take you on a confident journey
I only hope that destiny will take you on a happy journey
I only hope that destiny will take you on a confident journey
Running towards the end of the world
Don't look back, just run forward
Please forget about me, I'm still alone
Mayday - There are some things that if you don't do them now, you'll never do them in your whole life
There's a clock in the wheel of the year
There's a clock in the pattern of the daisy
Even if you pause the world's clocks
It can't stop for a second
Even if you pause the world's clocks
it can't stop for a second
There's pain after a fall, there's pain after regret
Asked which is the worst pain you've ever felt, the answer is yes
Imagine your grandchildren, your granddaughters, your pupils full of light
waiting for you to speak, waiting for you to tell the story of one of your greatest moments
Every ordinary ego fantasizes about a novel named after you, about the dullness of the past, or the timelessness of the present, or the lack of a future, or the lack of a future.
Once I wanted to pretend to know, to know everything
After I learned the rules of life
It's all about not knowing
If all human faces are the same
Then you're different from the rest of the world, depending on how you live your life
Imagine your gray hairs, your wrinkles, pressing against the expanse of your face
Your ultimate friend.
The craziest, the most loved and the most painful
Each impulse leaves something different
Yet one day you'll understand that it's the ones that make the difference
Each tear that breaks free takes away the weakness
The touching comes after the action
The bitter memories are tender
Each ordinary self has fantasized
And yet most of the time, I'm not sure what I'm talking about
Each ordinary self has imagined
If I'm not sure what I'm talking about, then I'm not sure how to live.
Yet most of us hold on to a reason
Every small reason traps our freedom
Something you don't do
What would your reason be
Mayday - Starry Night
Is a color you can't touch called a rainbow
Is an embrace you can't see called a breeze
Is being alone and thinking about Is being alone called loneliness
Destiny steals the ifs and leaves only the results
Time steals the beginnings and leaves only the bitterness
You were here and then you were gone and left only the stars behind
That year we looked up at the stars
There were so many bright dreams
Thinking that happiness would be permanent, like the unchanging stars, accompanying me
Orion. Wolf and Weaver are silent light years away
Memories, youth, dreams, when did they secretly fall
I loved and then I was silent, drifting in the sea
That year we looked at the stars
The future of the future was never thought of
When the story loses its beauty, the dream loses its clues
And we lost touch
The starry sky, which is silent and wordless.
Why did you watch me cry so quietly
Would you have reached out and embraced me if you were here
Counting the twinkling stars of this life
It turns out that all that we have gained is not as good as one night under the stars
The tenderness in the air recalls your smile
It seems like you can touch it with your hand
Is it possible to touch a color that can't be touched?
Is the embrace you can't see called a breeze
A person who is used to being alone
This moment alone, looking at the stars
The old days have never changed
Loneliness can be endured, but also enjoyed
Enjoying the only thing you have
That year we were staring at the stars
We had so many brilliant dreams
That year we were looking at the stars
We had so many brilliant dreams
We had so many brilliant dreams
We had so many brilliant dreams
At least the memories will last forever, like the stars that stay with me
And in the end, only the stars remain, like the memories that stay with me
Mayday - Washing Machine
Washing machine in faded acrylic
Sitting on the balcony alone, exposed to the sun and the wind TV, children's eyes are focused on him
The simple black model, so simple, so simple, so simple, so simple.
Black and simple, it's perfect for the living room
Even the hair dryer has a sleek shape
Holding it in the palm of your hand, it's as close as a dance
Glorious jukeboxes, they've become vintage pieces
Elegant alto voices, they're more desirable than anyone else
The mute washing machine, it's never had a theme song
Only the wind, the frost and dust, it's not wanted to be near
Never a word of complaint, not a single word of complaint.
The washing machine has always been big on measure and small on heart
Its only concern was when the sun would shine
Even the retired CD-ROM drive
has taken me on adventures and romances
In the belly of the refrigerator, the beer and the ice-cream
have soothed many an insomniac and a love-struck heart
The mute washer never learnt to like people.
How many seasons, then centuries
All the appliances live under the roof, free from the elements
But it's the only one that runs alone in the corner of the balcony
How many years, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,
They are getting older, yet still try their best, alone, bravely, to be the washer
There was one day when I wanted so much to help, to put the clothes in the washer. I put them in the washing machine
and realized it was already broken, but I just couldn't get a new one
and wondered who had been cleaning all my messes and sludge
for so long, it turned out that my mom washed all my clothes
and never complained about how much you threw in the wash
but she was always there to do it all, all her heart and all her soul, until she was shaking
and for so many years, spinning and spinning, blinking away the years.
The first one is the first one.
The second fool
Adults told him not to be afraid
Love and youth would be waiting for him in the future
So he lost his poems and his innocence
Winter and summer vacations, basketball comics, and guitars
He finally cried on that day
Memories of the last phoenix blossoms
If the world is flat, why do people have to climb up?
If the world is flat, why do people have to climb up the ladder
Live is either a winner or a loser
I can't tell if he's a fool, you're a fool, I'm a fool
Who's a fool, a fool, a fool or not? Time hunts the same
Fools, in a twinkling of the eye, they're old and blossomed in a twinkling of the eye, they're gray in the twinkling of the eye
In a twinkling of an eye, the scene has changed
Fools, still they continue to struggle
What formula could make me find out
What formula can I use to find a broken answer
What sentence pattern can I use to say the grammar of sadness
Nineteen years later, I got five certificates and half of the sky
Finally I realized that I'm the first, the second, the third fool
Is this story familiar? Have you been through it before? Is it hopeless?
Does it hurt? Is it silly? Is it stupid? It's just as invaluable as the price
At the end of the day, when I turn around, I'm old.
At the end of the day, when you turn your eyes, you're old, when you turn your eyes, you're gray
And when you turn your eyes, your tears explode
All that's left are three sad fools
The only thing left to do is to turn up the volume of the music, and Mayday - Crooked Waist
It's all in the nature of the world that I'm hairy and impatient, and I'm a messy man
Messy is not a brain, it's just like a mess.
The sound effect is so tragic that it turns into a wicked laugh
Life is like a singer's slip and fall on the announcement
Let the tears intertwine with the laughter in the hall and let it go bad, but it has to be honorable
What the hell is bad, it's bad, who's going to be crooked
Destiny can be wicked once in awhile
I'm not going to yell at you, I'm not going to shout at you.
It's not like I'm going to beg for mercy
I don't care who's making fun of me, no matter what
The higher the ambition, the more you bend your back, the more you can bend your back
Life is like a serial drama, the previews need to be overwhelming
It needs to have a touching ending
More importantly, it needs to have a plot that's so bitter it's ridiculous
It needs to be a storyline that's ridiculous.
I want to be romantic and show off
What's bad is bad, and who's going to be crooked
Fate can be funny once in a while
I'm not going to yell and scream, I'm just crooked at best
Even if it's funny I'm not begging for forgiveness
Camping with the crooks is crooked, and who isn't going to be crooked
Fate can be crooked once in a while
I'm just a crook.
It's just that I have a crooked brain, a crooked waist, and a crooked waist at best
Destiny, come on, you'll never beg for mercy
Mayday - Cheers
Will there ever be a day when we can really go backwards
back to your and mine, to the years that we can't go back to
Maybe, there's a day when the world will come to an end
I want to drink the sweetness of my memories with you, and drink to your memories with you again
We're going to do this again.
If I had to choose the image that represents my youth
The tears, the blue sky, the graduation year
The face that cried, laughed, and embraced you
It's cute and pathetic, but I miss it so much
It's always a sudden nostalgia, no strings attached
When memories break through the exam papers, they break through the years, they come back to me, and I see you in my eyes.
You and I, sweating and drinking sodas by the playground
We said we'd walk together, no matter what, to the world of the future
The present is that future, that world
Why isn't your side, and my side, the same side
Friendship used to be like Noah's Ark, strong and vowed
Only I'm looking out to sea, waiting for eternity, and my sight is blurred.
Will there ever be a day when time can really go backwards
Back to yours and mine, back to a long, long time
Maybe yes, there will be a day when the world really does end
And I'll raise a glass of sweetness brewed by my memories and drink another glass of wine with you
All these years, I bought a four-wheeled car, I bought a wristwatch, and I bought a monocular
But I found that the things I couldn't catch up with and couldn't stop were still the same things I had never seen.
He's waiting for you, you're waiting for me, who am I waiting for
Who is it again? The kids aren't sleeping, the phones aren't working, the mood isn't ready
The sky keeps getting darker and brighter, brighter and darker
The time, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the miles, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years, the years.
Maybe, one day the world will come to an end
I'd like to raise the sweetness of my memories with you and drink another glass with you
Will there ever be a day when time can be turned back
Back to you, to me, back to a long, long time
Maybe, one day the world will come to an end
I'd like to raise the sweetness of my memories with you and drink another glass with you
Would there ever be a day when time will turn back
Returning the sweetness of your memories with you and drink another glass with you?
There will be a day when we're all yesterday
You're the one who walked me through a lifetime of rushing through the world
One day is today, and today's the day
To say thank you for what I've been keeping from you, and to drink another cup with you
Another cup of eternity, and drink it and it will be long live the years, the years, and the years
Time is stopping, and they are coming back
What I miss about you, I miss you, I miss you.
Missing people, waiting for you to come
Time has stopped, they're all coming back
Missing people, waiting for you to come
Mayday - hammy
How sweet is a grape
Exhausted with all the totems and words to describe
Wondering about how much one misses
That's the words failing again in an instant
Knitting a knot, one grape, one grape, one grape, one grape, one grape, one grape.
To make a knot of remembrance
To record your departure, a million words and a thousand words disintegrate
The smoke of panic rises
I landed in the loneliest prehistoric wilderness
How far, how entangled, how much I miss, how much I can't describe
Pain and madness, you can't see it
I want to cross the world, I want to fly to heaven, I want to become Cangjie, the creator of the word
I want to travel, I want to fly to the sky, I want to become Cangjie, the creator of the word
Write poems that will bring you back soon
How bright is a butterfly
Can it fly through a world of suspicion and indifference
Newsletters and messages for you
Can't tell you how sorry I am
When the stars are silent and the mountains are silent
Only hope that you'll look up to see the curved moon I'm counting on
When a civilization is about to be extinguished
When a civilization is about to be extinguished
When a civilization is about to be extinguished
What a civilization?
What proof is there of our existence
How far away, how tangled, how missed, how indescribable
Pain and madness you can't see
Wanting to travel, wanting to fly, wanting to be Cangjie, the man who made the words
Creating words that remind you of me
How far away, how tangled, how missed, how indescribable
Pain and madness you can't see
The pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain.
No more time to delay
No more way to escape
No more record, no more clues to escape
No more blue skies
I suddenly think of the dreams I had when I was a kid
Always waiting to grow up to follow them
Living like this, suddenly at the end of the world
Without a single one of them to actually do it.
Look again, one last look at the stars of youth
Bright as the fireworks of summer
Salute, long live the struggle, the pinnacle of civilization
We, the stars, will float in the darkness of the cosmos
Today's treasure, who knows if it's really a dream
Tomorrow's passing, will be the answer, or will it be the relief
To pick a star, will be to build a building
A love of freedom, will be to burn, to burn, to burn.
Love a freedom, burn the oil
Chase a wealth, but spend it all
Parasites on the surface
Leaf fallers, fallen leaves
Radiation dust covers the winter in the morning
While the earth is still alive, the end of man's creations is at hand
Why wait until God confiscates
Who'll trade in pleasant pleasures for the stealing of the poor
Is it not enough to ask for the best?
Is it the finding of the asking for it, the I of the self
At last, the future's not yet, the end of the end
We're the first to fall, or the first to fall into self-absorption
Today, cherish it, who knows if it's really a dream
Tomorrow, and then, the answer or the relief
If you're in the parallel universe of the survivors
Remember, I predicted it
If you're in a parallel universe of survivors
The song predicted it.
Listening to the final broadcast on an unmanned radio station
The songs that I loved like a vast nostalgia
Flowers growing out of clouds, bullets falling in the street
We can't stop, we think we're breaking through, but we're breaking through
Today, cherish it, who knows if it's really a dream
Tomorrow, and then, answers or relief
If you are in a parallel universe that survives
If you are in a parallel universe that survives
If you're in a parallel universe that survives
What to do, what to live, say to yourself
Honestly say to yourself
Quickly say to yourself, Second Life
You hear the alarm clock, you push back the pillows
You wake up in an endless, weary life
Heroes don't show up, miracles don't happen
You're left with bitter, instant coffee grounds
There's only bitter, instant coffee grounds
There's only bitter, instant coffee grounds
And there's only one thing. You watch the news every day waiting for something to happen
To bring life back to life again
The earth's core doesn't boil, the meteorite doesn't fall
Only you and your days are covered in dust
Expecting a trip that's going to be wonderful, and you're waiting
Waiting for a wasted youth to run out of warmth, and then you start to regret
Expecting an eternity, but afraid of the scars, afraid of the scars, afraid of the scars, afraid of the scars, afraid of the scars. You're afraid of the scars, of being broken to pieces
In the end, you're alone, without a god, you're alone
You've just left the door and you're waiting
You're waiting to go back home, back to the city you're surrounded by
If there was a door to destiny, it'd be called the door of the heart
It's not about what you can do or can't do, it's about what you'll do
Life isn't about the process, it's about the journey
It's not about the process, it's about the journey
The landscape has light and darkness, love and hate
The first stop is called innocence, the second is called youth
The name of the next stop is waiting to be confirmed
Expecting a journey that will be wonderful and you're still waiting
Waiting until you've wasted your youth and run out of warmth and then you start to regret
Expecting a kind of eternity, even if you've been scarred, you'll still be there
Perhaps there will be someone to accompany you to a new place, to a new place. There may be someone who will accompany you on your journey to a new life
Every soul, every human being, every time you've been robbed
Every heartbeat, every tear, waiting for a chance to be reborn
If fate has destined you to be born
If the end of time never comes
Don't wait for the afterlife to make this moment worth living
Expect a journey that's so exciting you shouldn't wait.
Wait until you've wasted your youth and run out of body heat before you start to regret
Looking forward to a kind of eternity, even if it's scarred, you'll never give up
Life is not yet twilight, the next stop, your second life
Your second life, Mayday - Noah's Ark
Goodbye, strawberry donut
Rain falls on the corner café
Goodbye. Black and white photos
Memories of a movie theater buried in the ground
Goodbye to the park where we first met
Who kissed who first that day, and who forgot the swing set
Goodbye to so many cars, watches and shoes
And in the end, we can only take with us a garden called Memory
If we have to say goodbye If we say goodbye to everything tonight
If you can only make one phone call
If you can only make one phone call
If you can only make one phone call
If you could only make one phone call, who would it be to
Good night parrots and peacocks
Leopards and humans, looking out to sea
Good night negatives and records
Sinking between the waves like poetry
Good night, the Statue of Liberty floats down Wall Street
We've touched the spire of the Dubai Tower from our decks
Good night, the dolphins leap out from the roofs of Tibet
Good night, the dolphins leap out from the roofs of Tibet
We've got to take this garden, called the Garden of Memories. The dolphins leap from the eaves of Tibet
It turns out that the day is more beautiful than the fantasy
It's goodbye, or do you give up on the world below sea level
What memories will you pack in your luggage
It's goodbye, there's no more tomorrow
What regrets do you have that are still broken, not yet perfect
When comets burn, meteorites are like rain in the sky. When comets burn in the sky Meteorites like rain
When radiation burns brighter than sunlight Make love strong
When every destiny is stronger
When eternity becomes a distance When the end becomes a point of view
Let mankind finally become one of a kind
Bravely say goodbye Bravely say goodbye to the past and to the future
Farewell to every bloodline Identity, status, intelligence or ignorance
What regret do you have still remains?
The last goodbye, the last wish is to learn to fly high
Flying in the non-existent mountains and meadows, the stars and the blue sky
Let Noah's Ark go to the horizon
Let Noah's Ark go to the heliostat
Let Noah's Ark go to the skyline
Let Noah's Ark go to the infinite
Mayday - OAOA (Now and Again) OAOA (Now is Forever)
I believe in bitter tears
I don't believe in sweet vows
I believe in music as music should be
I believe in the purity of love
I don't believe in gorgeous poetry
I believe in passionate arguments
I don't believe in silent harmony
I believe in the moment of a second
I believe in seconds
I don't believe in years and years of eternity
I believe in rock and roll
Open your mouth, OA~OA
No matter who you are, OA~OA
Life is too short
Don't think, don't be afraid, don't go back
This is the time, this is the time, the time, and this is the time
The year that you were born, OA~OA
It's just a matter of time before you know it. I don't believe in the splendor of poetry
I believe in the passion of argument
I don't believe in the harmony of silence
I believe in the moment of seconds
I don't believe in the eternity of years
I believe in the rock and roll of life
Open up your mouth, OA~OA
Once again, no matter who you are OA~OA
Life is too short
Life is too short.
I don't believe in years and years of eternity
I believe in rock 'n' roll
Open your mouth, OA~OA
No matter who you are, OA~OA
Life's too short
Don't think, don't be afraid, don't go back
This is the time, this is the time, this is the time
The year that I was born, OA~OA
The year I was born, OA~OA
The year I was born, OA~OA
The day that I was born OA~OA
Life is too short
Do it crazy, do it loving, do it wasting
And I'll sing OA~OAOA
OAOA~