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食人夢 [The City is Eating Me Alive] (shí rén mèng) (English translation)

食人夢 [The City is Eating Me Alive]

游離在城市中 滾燙的渴求
墜落的可能性 又喚醒了夢
若這世界還願 收留一點點哀求
就拜託告訴我盡頭有什麼
 
看不清誰的面孔 只跟著背影走
都不想變得普通 卻又害怕不同
時間離去接著 匡啷摔碎在身後
還妄想能回頭重新再來過
 
漲得太滿太快 供過於求的愛 該往哪兒擺?
曾經試著剖開 我的靈魂對白 卻一片徒然
誰都知道一切 從來沒那麼難 但也不能說簡單
我們終究只求 最低門檻的人生解決方案
 
看不清誰的面孔 只跟著背影走
都不想變得普通 卻又害怕不同
星星那樣的美夢 發著光同時殞落
已來不及逃脫 這城市吃了我
 
漲得太滿太快 供過於求的愛 該往哪兒擺?
曾經試著剖開 我的靈魂對白 卻一片徒然
誰都知道一切 從來沒那麼難 但也不能說簡單
我們終究只求 最低門檻的人生解決方案
 
  • 背影:

    背影- the view of someone's back, seen from behind

  • 妄想:

    妄想- wishful thinking, delusion

  • 匡啷:

    哐啷 - (kuānglāng) onomatopeia for the sound of things crashing into each other

  • 供過於求:

    供過於求- lit. supply over demand

  • 殞落:

    殞落- lit. fall like a meteor

Submitted by italianteaitaliantea on Thu, 18/08/2022 - 09:57
Last edited by italianteaitaliantea on Tue, 23/08/2022 - 15:15
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Man-eating dream

Drifting in the city, boiling hot desire
The possibility of plummeting, has once again awakened the dream
If this world is still willing to take in a little more imploration
Then please tell me: what lies at the end?
 
Can't clearly make out whose face, just following behind shadows
We all don't want to become ordinary, yet are still afraid of being different
Time pulls away, then falls over my shoulder with a crash
Still naively thinking I can turn back and start all over
 
Rising too full, too fast, this oversupplied love, where shall I put it?
Once tried to slice open my soul and converse, but it was all in vain
Lord knows everything was never all that hard, but can't say it's easy either
In the end, we all only seek the lowest threshold of solutions to life
 
Can't clearly make out whose face, just following behind shadows
We all don't want to become ordinary, yet are still afraid of being different
Like a star, the beautiful dream blazes as it falls
It's too late to escape. This city has eaten me alive
 
Rising too full, too fast, this oversupplied love, where shall I put it?
Once tried to slice open my soul and converse, but it was all in vain
Lord knows everything was never all that hard, but can't say it's easy either
In the end, we all only seek the lowest threshold of solutions to life
 
Thanks!
Submitted by italianteaitaliantea on Thu, 18/08/2022 - 10:18
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