Life : Everthing but Good |10:19 AM

被爱的女人

在镜子前面
我是个被爱的女人
他就在门外
这个周末我可以依赖在他的胸怀

在情人面前
我还是单身的女人
爱若缺了缘分
我想我只能用情至深但不能太认真

为什么被爱 有时却觉得悲哀
为什么我还是害怕一个人醒来
为什么相爱 日子却仍然空白
为什么你走不到我的未来

让爱固定下来
我不会永远青春可爱
我的美丽要你的温柔
帮我保留下来
让受固定下来
我和你不要不要分开
我不要爱一再一再彩排
我不是每次失恋后
都能重新再来


Very sad lyrics for those who understand, particularly the following few lines. Below is an attempted translation, which obviously is rather rough and overall not very good. Lah! (See my engrish sucks ...)

为什么被爱 有时却觉得悲哀
Why do I feel sad when I am in love?
为什么我还是害怕一个人醒来
Why do I feel afraid when I wake up alone?
为什么相爱 日子却仍然空白
Why do you love and still feel so empty?
为什么你走不到我的未来
Why can’t I see you in my future?

How often do you feel this way about your relationships with anybody? (Not necessarily have to be romantic relationships. )

How often do you feel that you know the person enough and you are always shocked somehow, someday?(both positively and negatively)

How often do you feel that you hope for so much and live in your preconceived and idealized wonderland where everything is perfect and out of no where, that unforeseen BOMB appears and rips you to bits?

How often does anticipation and regard lead to disappointment and disgust?

How often you wake up from your dreams in tears and you have absolutely no idea why?

How often do you wake up and feel like screaming but nothing comes out of your dry scratchy throat?

How often do feel you don’t know a person at all despite sharing a portion of your life (maybe a huge portion of your life) for a large part of your living years?

How often do you not see a person in your future?

How often do you sit there, alone, thinking and wondering, where do we go from here and how are you going to resolve this shit when it is something that you absolutely have no control over?

How often do you have to resolve issues that are seemingly absolutely none of your business and yet you know you HAVE to stir the smelly shit and breathe the pungent aroma at the same time knowing you have to wonderously change shit into gold?

Ever heard of the Chinese saying? 纸是包不住火? Or, “paper can never contain a burning flame”.

How often do you understand this and yet you sincerely hope that you can be the paper that never burns and hold on, contain, shield and protect despite the scalding tongues constantly licking at you, all over?

Lost, misguided and drained.

This cow may never walk home.

Da Neo – Pensive
Music : 潘嘉丽 - 被爱的女人
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Daneo.

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