October 28, 2009
October 9, 2009
生存以上 生活以下 More than Surviving, Less than Living
生存以上 生活以下 More than Surviving, Less than Living
曲：瑪莎 詞：阿信
Even brushing my teeth follows a rhythm, flushing the toilet, washing the exhausted bubbles off my face
No dreams, last night I didn’t dream, the stranger in the mirror doesn’t dream anymore
The bell beginning class turns into a time clock, this one-way life slips away while caught in traffic
The standard rhythm of a march, living the way a slogan complies with the rules of rhyme
Lunch can be anything, really it’s all good or I’ll just have what you’re having
Strange, long ago I used to have my own definite opinions, a stubborn heart
When I’m hurt I no longer go out for air; these days I’m afraid of catching cold, delaying others and their requests, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Living a life of just breathing, eating, drinking
When I was young, I only wanted to look at the sky, pillowy clouds, thinking the world is complete
Then I grew up and had so much more, so why do I feel more and more like it’s not enough, like it’s deficient
Back then just chasing freedom, now just chasing increasingly expensive petrol
Can it be that the earth’s crust is shaking again, do I have to be shaken from my home before I regret this kind of life
Is dying the opposite of living, or is it just surviving, nothing impulsive
Closing my eyes I can feel my life every minute, every second, flying farther from me
Unequal to an insect that has at least broken through its cocoon, stretched its wings to fly, snatching that bit of sky, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Living a life of just breathing, eating, drinking
A year has 365 days, more than 525,000 minutes
A lifetime has 3,456,789,000 heartbeats
After we’re born to love, how should our lives be spent, all the way until we turn to smoke, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Living a life of just breathing, eating, drinking, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Even brushing my teeth follows a rhythm, then I set the alarm for 6:30 am tomorrow
曲：瑪莎 詞：阿信
Even brushing my teeth follows a rhythm, flushing the toilet, washing the exhausted bubbles off my face
No dreams, last night I didn’t dream, the stranger in the mirror doesn’t dream anymore
The bell beginning class turns into a time clock, this one-way life slips away while caught in traffic
The standard rhythm of a march, living the way a slogan complies with the rules of rhyme
Lunch can be anything, really it’s all good or I’ll just have what you’re having
Strange, long ago I used to have my own definite opinions, a stubborn heart
When I’m hurt I no longer go out for air; these days I’m afraid of catching cold, delaying others and their requests, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Living a life of just breathing, eating, drinking
When I was young, I only wanted to look at the sky, pillowy clouds, thinking the world is complete
Then I grew up and had so much more, so why do I feel more and more like it’s not enough, like it’s deficient
Back then just chasing freedom, now just chasing increasingly expensive petrol
Can it be that the earth’s crust is shaking again, do I have to be shaken from my home before I regret this kind of life
Is dying the opposite of living, or is it just surviving, nothing impulsive
Closing my eyes I can feel my life every minute, every second, flying farther from me
Unequal to an insect that has at least broken through its cocoon, stretched its wings to fly, snatching that bit of sky, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Living a life of just breathing, eating, drinking
A year has 365 days, more than 525,000 minutes
A lifetime has 3,456,789,000 heartbeats
After we’re born to love, how should our lives be spent, all the way until we turn to smoke, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Living a life of just breathing, eating, drinking, day by day
Watching the sun rise and the sun set, watching the moon wax and wane, passing year after year, seeing everyone who has made me into who I am now
Afraid of the rising and falling tide, afraid of gains and losses, the pain of the same mistakes over and over, until my life is just about surviving
Even brushing my teeth follows a rhythm, then I set the alarm for 6:30 am tomorrow
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