Thursday, April 23, 2015

23rd Apr 2015 (邊城 – Mr.)

The song for today is “邊城” by Mr. This is a song that I heard early today on radio, so the song is very new. The direct English translation of the title is “Edge city”.

The lyrics of the song are about how the world changes so much as we grow up. It said, in the long road ahead, which way we should head to as the world is so big. In the mist, how often are we separated. In the morning sweet dreams, heard yelling. If the door of the city gate is getting thicker, too tired to open. Oh no, just let it go. In our childhood, how much of the happiness we need to chase? In the bury love road, how much tears? In the piano blues, there are always happiness and sadness. Why when we get old, we wanted to sleep more? Oh no, just let it go. I don’t know. Who’s started the fight, like radiation. Who is the one that talk rubbish and pretend to be smart? How much nonsense could be projected? Who had happy hour with me and drunk a whole night? Who is willing to escape this city life? Who said that this time and space could only be borrowed? In our childhood, which suburb gave you beautiful memories? In the bury love road, how much tears? In the piano blues, there are always happiness and sadness. Why when we get old, we wanted to sleep more? Oh no, just let it go. I don’t know. Who’s started the fight, like radiation. Who is the one that talk rubbish and pretend to be smart? How much nonsense could be projected? Who had happy hour with me and drunk a whole night? Who is willing to escape the sadness of the city, come on five people from daylight to dark night. Who discovered these from today? Who’s started the fight, like radiation. Who is the one that talk rubbish and become angry. How much nonsense could be projected? Who had happy hour with me and drunk a whole night? Who is willing to escape this city life? Who is angry? Today need to be wild. Hope you will like the song.

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邊城 – Mr.

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