The
song for today is “一千零一次人生” by Mag Lam. This is a reader request. The direct English
transition of the title is “One thousand and one life”.
The
lyrics of the song are about life. It said: “Ten years after ten years, the diary
still looks the same. Dreams or not, so numb that I have to pretend to be
strong. Tried so hard to chase, used everything to chase, at the end I caught
up to the sunset. Among the sheep, I am used to following the trend, willing to
become another sheep. Again and again meeting each other, faces become very
abstract. Too many farewell parties, no time to cry. Those that I wanted to
meet, haven’t seen or seen again, I couldn’t recall. Called the wrong name,
which photos did we took together? A thousand introverted one-way love, a
thousand times broken friendship. A thousand time that I haven’t noticed about
our fate, a thousand time that old photos become rubbish paper. Another
thousand albums that haven’t been opened, a thousand set of fashion clothing
that become old. A thousand tomorrow arrived, minutes and seconds. Those that regret,
the wrongs, the little things all piled up together and become history at this
moment. Are there anything that I would care before I die? Tough match after
another tough match, blindly chasing for the power. Excited or not, so passionate
to a point where my heart feels cold. Count the most important, the most
important become so heavy that it lost it weight. Every night in bed, did I
have the strength to think? A thousand time I wasted the vegetable soup, a
thousand time I yell at my mum. A thousand time I thanks without heart, a
thousand time I said I have no time, can’t help it. A thousand time more
messages that never replied, a thousand time that I replied too late. A
thousand tomorrow arrived, minutes and seconds. Those that regret, the wrongs,
the little things all piled up together and become history at this moment. Is
there anything that I would care before I die? Will it start again at the end?
If I have to worry, I should only worry that tomorrow my passion will become
the past. A thousand pair of tired black eyes, a thousand time of trave that I
haven’t been to. A thousand time of interference that I haven’t tried, a thousand
time of sickness that can’t be healed. Another thousand times more and it will
become a full life. A thousand time turning back and it became naïve and childish.
A thousand times of regrets that I haven’t pay attention to. Left out half an
empty square. In the second half of the diary, there must be something that I
dreamed of that I can wrote with my one hand and become history. At least after
I awoke, the sun rises and there are next time. Woo, ha, yeah, I care.” Hope
you will like the song.
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一千零一次人生 – Mag Lam
