英文歌词：
Your arms turn around and embrace me
Oh, shape of my dream
The beautiful you is over there
I secretly love the miracle
The deep memories are in your eyes
But I cannot reach them
The sadness has sweet thorns
As I am foolishly drunk in pain
Compared to flowers, I am able to live
Love is said to be those glorious days
Ah, I am forgetting this world
As I replace these memories
So they can't fall in spring
At least the scarlet color
Of the peony remains
Secretly, the world thinks of you, supporting your shoulders
Unable to enter you, the thin sky
The anguish is wrapped around the honey of the brier
In the pain, the foolish love gets lost and leaves
The struggle goes in a circle, becomes lost and is reluctant to leave
The unfolding of the beautiful petals, an emotion of happiness
Love is unable to go on everyday, missing the pain
For generations, for years, forever, my mind cherishes the happiness
Dream of beauty, ah, how is the spring of beauty
Unable to ask to leave, am I that distant?
One by one they float, the fallen flower petals
That is the dark red beauty of the peony
Compared to a butterfly, I am dying
Love is said to be a cruel time
The spread wings are torn off
If they cannot rise into
The height of the sky
They should fall in
the blue sky of your eyes
英文歌词：
Lamentable walls are piled up.
Ignorant deities are worshiped
Life is a poisoned cup.
No one can show me how to drain this cup of needless suffering.
A wise eagle is said to live in the sun.
The flapping of its wings are the only that echoes.
In each of these eyes
dwell darkness and light
Through which
Shall I look to tomorrow?
A dried out and ruined city,
Draws the lines between the dots,
Causing meaningless events
To overflow.
Soothing the loneliness
That flames up within the body,
Droplets of water fall towards the culvert
Even if the poisoned cup is upheld and filled with this life,
My dream that yearns for death drifts into it.
The eagle remains aloof and its talons dig into the fort.
Only the flapping of its wings resound
Let me crucified in the blue sky
I'll stand where heaven and earth meet.
Fruit-like memories are
Burned, inflamed, and emptied.
My spirit from the past days,
Where is it gone now?
Cold flesh draws near and touches,
Matching wounds on each other's chest in contact,
We hereby engrave
The map we should revisit.
The world is an invisible wing,
Shoot down the pure-white bird
That hides behind its dark shadow.
Life is a celebratory drink.
Mouth-to-mouth gratifies and wheezes out dry laughter.
On the palms of love-making comfort,
Only emptiness keeps growing.
Ah ah if I beautifully died a hero's death,
You would be still waiting at the end of ecstasy?
Lamentable walls are crushed down
Ignorant people are massacred
Life is a poisoned cup.
No one can show me how to drain this cup of sorrowful love.
A quiet eagle is said to sleep under the moon.
Its call is the only thing that descends.
Even if the poisoned cup is upheld and filled with this life,
A daring game of death will never be terminated.
The eagle remains aloof and its talons dig into the fort.
Only the flapping of its wings resound
Let me crucified by the blue sky.
I'll decry the age that begets crime and punishment.
英文歌词：
If I am
a faint blue flower
Is my body a flower that's opening broadly?
The robins are sleeping together
holding onto the thorn
The red, red blood is being poured
into the delicious nectar
The moon is bathing brilliantly
the prime time is being stopped
Like a prayer, like a curse
singing at the opened flower
So it seems like that
and am I in the fullness of bloom?
If I am not able to ask
If I am
a flower blooming in wildness
Will my heart struggle to your roots?
In the deep earth
how many corpses will I count?
Darkness is dying the impure night
I am completely poor and completely stuck
The scarlet stalk will continue to rise
I am continuing to look for the hiding place of light
Like a heavenly nymph, like a beast
this place where I fall is my grave and I know it
To the extent of until that
and will I want love?
If I am not able to ask
The branch will return and the leaves will ooze
my body can not compete with my crucifixion
The moon is brilliantly lying dormant
I am a rose, I am a woman
Like a curse, like a prayer
the hidden secrets are fragrant while inflamed
And even like that
will I come to live?
While I ask
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发表于 24-1-2010 02:16 PM
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