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Present Progressive

The more one talks, the more hypocritical he is
The more one drinks, the more stupid he is
The less money one has, the more afraid he is
The more progressive the society is, well
The more complex people are
 
My heart is getting colder and colder
No warmth can one find at all
My dream is getting riskier and riskier
So unfulfillable as a white check
I must have a stiff neck
As my neck is increasingly sore
I have run out of my youth
As my nerve is increasingly numb
 
I need to defeat my destiny
I can't cease my steps
I shall brace myself and carry on
Even if my body is no longer good
 
I never yield, I never yield
I never yield to fate
I never give up, I never give up
I'll never give up
 
I need to conquer my destiny
I can't cease my struggle
I shall brace myself and carry on
Even if my brain is no longer good
 
This is an era more and more digital
Only I refuse to be assimilated
This world is actually fantastic
But so indifferent to me
I have my own ideas
But just can't practice them
I have my own plans
But none of them can keep up with the change
 
I need to defeat my destiny
I can't cease my steps
I shall brace myself and carry on
Even if my body is no longer good
 
I never yield, I never yield
I never yield to fate
I never give up, I never give up
I'll never give up
 
I need to conquer my destiny
I can't cease my struggle
I shall brace myself and carry on
Even if my brain is no longer good
 
My friends are getting farther and farther
Leaving me only the photo of then
My lover is getting older and older
Garrulous every day and night
I found that to make money
One must have no sense of shame
While my foes around me are
Too insidious and treacherous
 
I need to defeat my destiny
I can't cease my steps
I shall brace myself and carry on
Even if my body is no longer good
 
I never yield, I never yield
I never yield to fate
I never give up, I never give up
I'll never give up
 
I need to conquer my destiny
I can't cease my struggle
I shall brace myself and carry on
Even if my brain is no longer good
 
I never yield, I never yield
I never yield to fate
I never give up, I never give up
I'll never give up
I never yield, I never yield
I never yield to fate
I never give up, I never give up
I'll never give up
 

Silent Lamb

Whenever people misunderstand me,
I always keep silent.
Actually, of me,
Silence is a refutation.
 
As the world forgot me,
I live all alone.
To be frank, to me,
Happiness is an illusion.
 
My foes getting more and more,
My friends cut off their support.
Love's become a burden of me
From which I can't flee.
 
I'm not a silent lamb,
I have to unbosom myself.
Pour me a drink,
Give me the courage,
So I could you my sorrow tell.
 
I'm not a silent lamb,
I have my own dream.
As the sun rises
Shining on my face,
Once again will I gleam.
 
A lamb may as well roar.
Silence is also a power.
Will you ever, like me,
In reality be tougher?
 

Sorrowful Actor

Applause getting louder
Curtain is drawing up
Another performance begins
 
Always involuntary
Always overlooked
To make a living, performing so hard
 
As the lights get on
Too numb to be nervous
Dignity and persistence forgotten
Bowing to reality
Iridescent stage
Vicissitudes of life
Confronting my own solitude
When the crowd becomes sparse
 
Actor, oh, actor
Owning no personal name
Someone in obscurity
Playing a tiny role
Actor, oh, actor
Whose name is in oblivion
Actor, oh, actor
A sorrowful actor
 
Applause rises again
As if in dream
A play that people have been long longing for
 
Regardless of the feeling tone
I am the leading one
With which all the audience laugh or cry
 
When famous and popular
Having no breaks at all
Lost my own self
Bowing to fame and gold
Luxury, debauch and squandering
Emptiness, upsetness and degeneration
Dream of youth is running out
Forcing me to face the helplessness
 
Actor, oh, actor
Owning no personal name
Even though I've played thousands of roles
None of them is of my story
Actor, oh, actor
Whose name is in oblivion
Actor, oh, actor
A sorrowful actor
 
Who has written the scenario of life?
A puzzle of true and false
Does everyone have to play a role
Behind the mask that he's reluctant to play?
 

Middle Class

My burden so heavy, my shoulders so sore
Carrying my reputation, I wander among the crowds
My vision so high, my power so weak
I fall on the ground when no one sees me
 
My bed so large, but I can't fall asleep well
I'm afraid of being forgotten after some night
My ambition so much, my salary so little
I lost direction on the asphalt roads in Taipei
 
No one cares about my troubles
Everyone minds only his wallet
I often drink cola eating burger
On which the emptiness and hunger in me can't feed
 
Am I destined to die as an ordinary?
My life is always lukewarm to me
Should I abandon the ability of thinking,
So that I could live better?
 
Could I live better with a broken brain?
 

A Matter of Reputation

For a little vanity fighting at outrance
Spending gold on one throw and keeping a straight face
Comparing unrealistically among people
The very reason is just a matter of reputation
 
I give you face
You don't wanna face
You lose your face
I turn my face
 
I give you a face-saving offer
You reject it
Shame on you
I'm gonna fall out with you
 
I'm holding a beauty
Driving a Porsche
Wearing Gianni Versace
You can't stand then call me a jerk
What do you want?
I'm really rich
 
For matter of reputation
We die before kneel
For money and power
We keep struggling
 
You have a problem
I have it too
Just for reputation
We fucked our minds up
 
I'm a poor church mouse
My parents are still alive
To support them I can even be an obligor
You despise me
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I gonna kill a male pig and fight with you to the end
 
For matter of reputation
We die before kneel
For money and power
We keep struggling
 
You have a problem
I have it too
Just for reputation
We fucked our minds up
 
I give you face
You don't wanna face
You own to beat
I tear my face
 
You give me a face-saving offer
I reject it
You deserve a beating
I can't bear any more
 
I give you face
You don't wanna face
You lose your face
I turn my face
 
I give you a face-saving offer
You reject it
Shame on you
I'm gonna fall out with you
 
I give you face
You don't wanna face
Handsome face
Pretty face
 
You give me face
I don't want your face
Ugly face
Dirty face
 
I give you face
You don't wanna face
Smiling face
Happy face
 
You give me face
I don't want your face
Plastic face
Lying face
 
I want my face
You want your face
I have my face
You have your face
 

Your Birthday

Me reminded your birthday
Of an olden friend of me.
Upon a chilling winter day,
He wandering on streets.
He was begging for something, I thought,
Yet he just shook his head.
'Twas his birthday then, as he told,
But no celebration was said.
 
Happy birthday, happy birthday to you.
Hold my hand and with me sing
This song of birthday.
Happy birthday, happy birthday to you.
May you be happy everyday you live,
Don't care how to celebrate.
 
His whereabouts became a mystery,
Now I feel a little upset.
Many people don't own a thing in the world,
Whilst some people too much get.
So, I gotta say, my dear friends,
Cherish what you possess, please.
Though it's a song sung for birthday,
Hope it with you and never cease.
 
Happy birthday, happy birthday to you.
Hold my hand and with me sing
This song of birthday.
Happy birthday, happy birthday to you.
May you be happy everyday you live,
Don't care how to celebrate.
 

NT$ 33

I have NT$ 33 in my pocket,
Can't take a taxi back this night.
I have NT$ 33 in my pocket,
More money's fallen into others.
Maybe destined by fate,
Or perhaps due to bad luck.
I tried to win a bright future for you,
But I lost my present carelessly.
You told me: Don't get back if you lose!
Aren't you really unaware?
Gamblers go home only after losing out,
Those who win always lead gay lives.
 
I have NT$ 33 in my pocket,
So I'm too disgraced to get back.
I have NT$ 33 in my pocket,
Not enough for you to go to market.
I know you're eagerly waiting,
So I'm urging my pace too.
Finally I come back home,
But can only roam before the door.
Suddenly I see the door open.
You've already learnt about that.
You say: Learn from your mistakes,
So let's start again tomorrow.
 
You told me: Don't get back if you lose!
Aren't you really unaware?
Gamblers go home only after losing out,
Those who win always lead gay lives.
I have NT$ 33 in my pocket,
I lost money but gained joy.
I have NT$ 33 in my pocket,
A man who lost money is really lovely.
 

Youthful Times

When you like someone and desperately cling to them
That's something only 17 or 18 year olds do
Gotta leave the top of your shirt unbuttoned
And show some chest to be a man
Think you're already grown up
Think smoking is cool
Think the world is yours to conquer
So young, already dreaming to travel the world
 
Oh...years of youth / Youthful times
A bit innocent / A bit stupid
Youthful times / Youthful times
A bit crazy / A bit handsome
 
Gotta rip your new blue jeans
Every day of the year obsessed
No money in your pocket, but act like a big-shot
Roll your eyes whenever your parents try to lecture you
Think you're already grown up
Think you can handle yourself, don't have to go home
Think the world is yours to conquer
So young, but not afraid of anything
 
And so happen the laughter and tears
Those days you'll always remember
Maybe by now you've changed a lot
At least you've never changed the dreamer in you
 
Oh...youthful times / Youthful times
A bit persistent / A bit impatient
Youthful times / Youthful times
A bit sweet / A bit sad
 

Sailor

The feeling of bitter sand blowing painfully against the face
Like father's scolding and mother's crying, can never forget
When I was young I loved to go alone to the seashore
Roll up my pants and walk barefoot on the sand
 
Always dreaming of a magical world at the end of the sea
Always admiring the intrepid sailor as a true man
Always weak and fearing the winds like a coward
Whenever I was bullied I would hear the sailor say
 
He said over the wind and the waves, endure the pain
Dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have our dreams
He said over the wind and the waves, endure the pain
Dry your tears and don't question why
 
When I grew up I worked hard for my future
Gradually growing distant from father, mother, and home
As of today my life is like a performance
Speaking insincere words wearing a mask of hypocrisy
 
Always using some insignificant success to justify myself
Always inexplicably feeling an emptiness inside
Always relying on the solace of drink to fall asleep
Half-sleeping half-waking, I hear the seaman say
 
He says over the wind and the waves, endure the pain
Dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have our dreams
He says over the wind and the waves, endure the pain
Dry your tears and don't question why
 
Searching, searching for proof that I'm alive
This city's paved roads are too thick, I can't leave my footprints
Ignorant and proud, the modern man doesn't know to appreciate
The seas, skies, and earth ravaged by civilization
 
Only far away from the crowd can I find myself again
In this salty air I am unable to breathe
In my ear the steam whistle sounds and the sailor says with a chuckle
Forever in the depths of my heart the sailor says
 
He says over the wind and the waves, endure the pain
Dry your tears, don't be afraid, at least we still have our dreams
He says over the wind and the waves, endure the pain
Dry your tears and don't question why