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It's the same song, again. Attempt to translate into English is a total failure.
Bit of this are related to Chinese poetry, and Chinese culture. The thing about moon shining, for example. And "having soup" is like for a family or friends to gather together. Mums make soup for their children, a lot of effort is put into them and the soups are something tasty and also good for the body and soul. Kinda like mum knitting for their children I guess. For the Chinese, we make soups for the family.
Why does the bright moon shine again
You'd rather hide in the playground, you don't want to have soup
Let your gaze stay on a corner of the comic
Why does looking at your mum feel like getting a detention?
Children only want happiness, and adults only know their expectations
Why don't they try to empathise with each other?
The echo of the cricket outside the door is like an illusion
Shall we talk? Shall we talk?
Let's pretend we're holding hands once again to go to school
Talk with me, let's find out why we grew apart in the end
Who's afraid to talk, what can be worse than trying to dance on your own
Since we're together, why should we be afraid of nakedness
If words from the heart can really cure, why be afraid to expose more? Don't be afraid of me.
The screen glows. Stare at anything.
On the verge of breaking up, the lovers only know to eat soup
If silence is golden, what's the point of talking about love
You'd rather sit in front of the machine, smile and be busy
Adults only want results, and lovers only hear promises
Why don't they try hard to treasure each other?
The mantis faces the cricket, and the echo is still like an illusion
Shall we talk? Shall we talk?
Even if your teeth are clattering, don't lie
Talk with me, let's find out why we grew apart in the end
Who's afraid to talk, what can be worse than trying to dance on your own
Since we're together, why should we be afraid of nakedness
If words from the heart can really cure, why be afraid to expose more?
Talk with me, witness with me whose tears fell heavier
We can talk, unless we've both lost our ability to touch
The ringing can be silenced, but sadness cannot be escaped
If the silence is too heavy, don't just mention it in brief
Why is the moon not shining
I'm really busy at work, I don't need soup
Shall we talk? The sunset has rushed by uselessly
The silence makes me hear the sound of leaves falling
Bit of this are related to Chinese poetry, and Chinese culture. The thing about moon shining, for example. And "having soup" is like for a family or friends to gather together. Mums make soup for their children, a lot of effort is put into them and the soups are something tasty and also good for the body and soul. Kinda like mum knitting for their children I guess. For the Chinese, we make soups for the family.
Why does the bright moon shine again
You'd rather hide in the playground, you don't want to have soup
Let your gaze stay on a corner of the comic
Why does looking at your mum feel like getting a detention?
Children only want happiness, and adults only know their expectations
Why don't they try to empathise with each other?
The echo of the cricket outside the door is like an illusion
Shall we talk? Shall we talk?
Let's pretend we're holding hands once again to go to school
Talk with me, let's find out why we grew apart in the end
Who's afraid to talk, what can be worse than trying to dance on your own
Since we're together, why should we be afraid of nakedness
If words from the heart can really cure, why be afraid to expose more? Don't be afraid of me.
The screen glows. Stare at anything.
On the verge of breaking up, the lovers only know to eat soup
If silence is golden, what's the point of talking about love
You'd rather sit in front of the machine, smile and be busy
Adults only want results, and lovers only hear promises
Why don't they try hard to treasure each other?
The mantis faces the cricket, and the echo is still like an illusion
Shall we talk? Shall we talk?
Even if your teeth are clattering, don't lie
Talk with me, let's find out why we grew apart in the end
Who's afraid to talk, what can be worse than trying to dance on your own
Since we're together, why should we be afraid of nakedness
If words from the heart can really cure, why be afraid to expose more?
Talk with me, witness with me whose tears fell heavier
We can talk, unless we've both lost our ability to touch
The ringing can be silenced, but sadness cannot be escaped
If the silence is too heavy, don't just mention it in brief
Why is the moon not shining
I'm really busy at work, I don't need soup
Shall we talk? The sunset has rushed by uselessly
The silence makes me hear the sound of leaves falling