Se que ella es 那英, pero como el chino nada más no es lo mío, pues no se como son los caracteres para ésta canción.
Pero podemos imaginarnos de que trata, tanta pasión
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I hold my unrevealing email to you
In the palm of my hand
There’s always something missing
Like an incomplete puzzle
I’m at a loss, sitting on a see-saw as the sun sets
Imagining you sitting on the other end
I don’t need a reply or a promise
Let me be connected to you, to you
The final piece is right here
I want to be your light, your light
No one ever really knows
The reasons or where they’re going
But..I love you
Words are tiny things, aren’t they?
As the stars dimly float up into the sky
I start counting my wishes to them, one, two, three
I kicked the sand hard and began to run
My heart beats for you, for you
If my smile can save, I can keep on smiling
I want to be your light, your light
It softly became clear and I could see the future
I’ve never felt like this before
I finally found
The reason I came here
I don’t need a reply or a promise
Let me be connected to you, to you
The final piece is right here
I want to be your light, your light
I want to be your light
Even today, Papa
At the “workplace”
Is busy with the women
As for me,
I got my ears pierced
By a stranger
Who doesn’t know anything
Mama is somewhere
Probably learning something
Taking it in ambitiously
A revenge for youth’s folly
At the UFO Catcher
I’m alone
If I just put in a coin
Something
Other than love that I crave
Enters my hand
Somehow there’s a dull feeling
Even breathing is bothersome
Somehow there’s a dull feeling
Is okay that I didn’t go home?
Is it okay that I was doing something?
As for my friends,
They can only show off
Like actors of this outgrown place
Always for somebody
They seem so disconnected
With the same extra make-up
For the teacher
I’m an excellent student
A dreamt-up marionette
If you’re watching from far away,
We’re like insects
Even if you do a bad thing,
You need energy
Before you know it,
A rebellion
Has already passed
Everything has a dull feeling
Even if I am alive…
Everything has a dull feeling
In this way, is it okay for me to disappear?
Is it okay if I go far away?
Somehow there’s a dull feeling
Even breathing is bothersome
Somehow there’s a dull feeling
Is it okay that I didn’t go home?
Is it okay that I was doing something?
Is it okay that I go far away?
Papa comes back in the morning from his overtime of love
Mama is recently single
I don’t want to do anything
Farewell, bye-bye, oh oh
Dull, right?
Dull, right?
Dull, right?
Dull, right?