2020.07.06.
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When I change my clothes, and clear up my eye shadow
When I kick off my high heel shoes, couldn't I stand taller
When the applause is no more, could people still smile at me
When I stop singing and dance, could I be real (important)
My mirror shows her (my) face, a stranger's countenance
Who is real, who is not
I live on someone's, afraid to live in vain
But forgetting should the girl's young dream be flying
Now you see me, is real me
Timid and feeble
Will you be afraid of me, or you say, you love me more
When the applause is no more, could people still like to meet me
Or I am not good anymore, could people still like hugging me
My mirror shows her (my) face, a stranger's countenance
Who is real, who is not
I am on someone's love to live, afraid to live in vain
But forgetting should the girl's young dream be flying
If you now see me, is real me
Staying at the far corner
Will you be afraid of me, or you say, you love me more
I am afraid of not beloved by someone, life is gone and empty
But forgetting should the girl's young dream be flying
If you now see me, is real me
Staying at the far corner
Will you be afraid of me, or you say, you love me more
Will you be afraid of me, or you say, you love me more
2020.06.17.
The Reflection of Life
That person on the hillside, is he alright?
Why it seems that he always has those sad eyes?
Those who pass him by may greet him or they might just leave.
Perhaps even before he could realize, it has been another day and night.
Nobody knows if he's alright.
All he has encountered, why is it so often hardship?
My friend, if you pass him by, no need to pity, no need to greet.
Perhaps even before he could realize, it would be another year of spring.
The winds brushed tenderly against the mountainside.
His eyes are always a little lonely.
The clouds gently covered his cliff heads.
His eyes are always a little teary.
What is he waiting for? What is he longing for?
Nobody knows if he's alright.
All he has encountered, why is there always hardship?
My friend, if you pass him by, no need to pity, no need to greet.
Perhaps even before he could realize, it would be another year of spring.
The winds brushed tenderly against the mountainside.
His eyes are always a little lonely.
The clouds gently covered his cliff heads.
His eyes are always a little teary.
What is he waiting for? What is he longing for?
The winds gently blew across the hillside.
His eyes are always a little lonely.
The clouds gently covered up his cliff heads.
His eyes are always a little teary.
What is he waiting for? What is he longing for?
Winds softly brushing against the mountainside.
Spring has arrived, and everything awoken.
Clouds gently sheltering his cliff heads.
Rays of morning sunlight have chased away his blues.
He has smiled, yes, he smiled.
He has smiled so beautifully.