Lyricist 作詞: Lin Xiao Qian 林孝謙 Composer 作曲: Zhang Jian Jun Wei 張簡君偉 Arranger 编曲: Zhang Chao Yu 張晁毓
我不羨慕 太陽 照不亮你 過往 有些黑暗 我們 都一樣
我太嫉妒 時光 能離開的 大方 不用開口 也就無需躲藏
有一種悲傷 是你的名字停留在我的過往 陪伴我呼吸 決定我微笑模樣 無法遺忘
有一種悲傷 是笑著與你分開 思念卻背對背張望 剩下倔強 剩下合照一張
成為彼此的路 多嚮往 怎會失去方向
有一種悲傷 留在我過往 無法遺忘
有一種悲傷 是你義無反顧 讓愛成為 我身上的光 給我溫暖 卻不准我遺忘
有一種悲傷 不想要與你分開 思念才背對背張望 你是所有 你是合照一張
I’m not envious of the sun. Unable to illuminate your past. We are all the same, in certain degree of darkness.
I’m very jealous of the lapse of time. Able to exit at its own liberty. Needless for words, unnecessary to hide and conceal.
There’s a kind of sadness and sorrow. Written in your name, dwelling in my life’s chronicle. Accompanies me when I breathe, decides how I smile. Hauntingly ineradicable.
There’s a kind of sadness and sorrow. That’s to part with you smiling satirically, Yearning, yet facing back to back looking out for you. What’s left is obstinacy, and a photo of us together.
We became each other’s path, So much anticipation and longing, But how did it lose its way and direction?
There’s a kind of sadness and sorrow. That stays on, in the past with me, And cannot be forgotten.
There’s a kind of sadness and sorrow. That’s in your unconditional obligations, Let unyielding love, Be the shining light in me. That gives me warmth, yet forbidding me to forget.
There’s a kind of sadness and sorrow. That’s not wanting to be separated from you. Memories, facing back to back looking out for you. You were everything. You were, but what’s left, just a photo of us taken together.
His body faintly wafts, With the scent of future demise. His mouth is filled with the chewed taste, Of an ancient curry persuasion. His smile deceptively plans, Upon whose forehead to paint. His eyes sparkle with the reflection of, An evil not seen in his outward persona.
He talks, he laughs, yet no one knows. He's crying, he's praying, yet it's still hopeless. Who said, it can, become clear. Communication, useless, I can't hear anything at all.
This is the kingdom of self-talk - welcome! In here, talking nonsense is the norm. Here, you'll find people who don't belong and from all walks of life. Here, we don't listen to others nor separate day and night.
He wrote a novel series, That he claims came from the heavens. His shouting drew a crowd, Who assumed it was most valuable. They clutched at the vocabulary of love, Yet their soul has majestically run dry. Even face to face, They cannot even have a little understanding.
When did they forget their name? Since when could they see themselves in their eyes? When did they get trapped here? Since when did they lose their ability to listen? Two selves putting on a mask. The exterior speaks more beautifully than sings. The interior even the self cannot see clearly.