樓上來的聲音 [Lau seung loi dik seng yam] [English translation]

Sounds from upstairs, and sounds from downstairs.

Not caring about who is currently doing what with whom.

Sound and music, why is it so fascinating?

Sounds from quiet moment, are like mosquitoes that would not go away.

Blending together with the noise from my thoughts.

Today is a holiday, why is not a bit interesting?

I unexpectedly feel pressured while sitting quietly at home, as if worried that I am losing my worth.

So I prefer blasting love songs day and night. It makes me feel better regardless of whether their stories are real.

How does one treat work as love to keep going forth and back tirelessly?

How can there be joy at see-sawing from morning, noon and till dawn?

Why don’t we just hide in the bathtub and cry to our heart’s content?

How does one treat love as work to keep on fighting?

If we cannot find our significant other after searching through morning, noon and dawn,

Why don’t we take a break and be as empty as a glass of water.

I unexpectedly feel pressured while sitting quietly at home, as if worried that I am losing my worth.

So I prefer blasting love songs day and night. It makes me feel better regardless of whether their stories are real.

How does one treat work as love to keep going forth and back tirelessly?

How can there be joy at see-sawing from morning, noon and till dawn?

Why don’t we just hide in the bathtub and cry to our heart’s content?

How does one treat love as work to keep on fighting?

If we cannot find our significant other after searching through morning, noon and dawn,

Why don’t we take a break and be as empty as a glass of water.

How does one treat work as love to keep going forth and back tirelessly?

How can there be joy at see-sawing from morning, noon and till dawn?

Why don’t we just hide in the bathtub and cry to our heart’s content?

How does one treat love as work to keep on fighting?

If we cannot find our significant other after searching through morning, noon and dawn,

Why don’t we take a break and be as empty as a glass of water.

Why do people get unhappy? From trying to be happy day and night,

Wishing everything to be perfect,

Pleasing everyone, in return we give ourselves shivers (from frustration).

• Artist:Jacky Cheung