CANDLE IN THE RAIN 欲望的扭曲 一个人的脸

这几天的天气有点像在深海下漏水的时空隧道

在滴滴答答的声音中 恍惚回到很久前的时光

 

我看到过这些因为欲望的强烈而扭曲的脸孔 

当你把压抑的欲望变为艺术 就是升华

 

在静静的思考中找到自己 这些真我的共鸣

 

所有的这些憔悴 回到多年前的原点 然后我开始新的一圈

什么都无所谓 没有任何是重要的 甚至我找寻多年的你

 

因为 你只出现在我亦真亦幻的真实和梦境中 这一切都没有区别

 

自家的东西 。。。 真实的游戏

 

These days the weather is like in the deep tunnel under the leaky time

My voice dripping in the back seat of a long time ago

 

I see these as a strong desire and the distorted face

When you suppress the desire is sublimated into art

 

In quietly on their own to find these really my sympathy

 

All of these haggard years ago to return to the original point before I start a new lap

No matter what is not important or even years, I find you

 

Because you only in the truth and I looked in a dream, all this no difference

 

Family things. . . The real game