Forgive me for this life, unruly and wild, loving freedom.
Pray heaven and earth spare a pair of lovers, may what I fear never come to pass.
If my singing doesn't move you, don't frown; I'm willing to make a pact with you till death.
Forget the flowers you planted, start anew, give up your ideals.
You live life joyfully, I struggle desperately to survive.
Even if in days to come there are thousands of songs, floating on my distant path.
Even if fate leaves us wandering and destitute, even if fate is full of twists and turns.
If I go back without painkillers, bring a Long Island Iced Tea to trade for half a night's sleep.
Everyone only has those two hands; even embracing can't let you possess.
Standard aesthetics collide with you, accusing you of lacking worldly perspective.