Seek the lyrics of all the songs on Mayday's new album "Second Life".

Mayday - I don't want to leave you alone

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~