紙飛機飛的再遠帶不走我的心情。
The wind blows away the thoughts, rolled up unruly time.
被風吹散的思念，卷起不羈的時間。
Tears are the only luxury.
眼淚是唯壹的奢侈。
Smile though your heart is aching. Smile even though it's breaking.
盡管心痛甚至心碎也要微笑。
Wearing headphones, close to the sadness, to the crowd.
戴上耳機，緊貼悲傷，到人群裏流浪。
Quartier des fleurs, à Face résiduelle rire, rire les gens du commun .
壹季花落，落滿地，壹臉殘笑，笑蒼生。
Memories are Meng Po plain hand through a bowl of soup, then put gut over new trace amounts of old wounds, who ever pain broke enterohepatic?.
回憶不過是孟婆素手熬制的壹碗湯，那穿腸而過的新痕舊傷，可曾痛斷了誰人的肝腸？
Love and hate are two drop of water on the glass, sometimes mixed together, without each other, sometimes through the evaporation of time, were all gone ...
愛恨是玻璃板上的兩滴水，有時混在壹起，分不出彼此，有時經過時間的蒸發，全不見了。
Heart of the imbroglio, open solutions, is a knot untied, was robbed ...
心上的糾葛，解的開，是結，解不開，是劫。
Waste time, who you are.
荒蕪年華，妳會是誰的過客。
The days went by, I stand in front of you, you will see my scars, and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
時光漸逝，我站在妳面前，妳將看到我的傷痕，知道我曾經受傷，也曾經痊愈。
Remember once the hand in hand, remember once each other's attachment, and tears into the rain all over the sky
想起曾經的手牽手，想起曾經彼此的依戀，淚水化成雨下滿天。
有喜歡的嗎？沒喜歡的我再給妳。