他的爱 [Tā de ài] [English translation]

I walk in the streets listening to music

The rims of my eyes are red

Thinking of what you said to me yesterday.

You and him were arguing

And on the phone I

comforted you, told you not to be sad

But what you don't know is that I'm far sadder than you

Do you know how much I hate

To hand you over to him

Yet my mouth remains obstinate

Wishing the both of you happiness

The fireworks by the sea

Dazzles in contrast to my loneliness

And slowly while recollecting it begins to hurt again

If his love has become some sort of charity

like the snail that carries a heavy shell on its back

You should have seen through it before

There was no need to bring this (loss) upon yourself

My love can only stealthily flit across like a gentle wind

Allowing you to be that moth drawn to flames

There is nothing I can do to change this story's ending

Or to make you change your mind

Do you know how much I hate

To hand you over to him (to hand you over to him)

Yet my mouth remains obstinate

Wishing the both of you happiness

The fireworks by the sea

Dazzles in contrast to my loneliness

And slowly while recollecting it begins to hurt again

If his love has become some sort of charity

like the snail that carries a heavy shell on its back

You should have seen through it before

There was no need to bring this (loss) upon yourself

My love can only stealthily flit across like a gentle wind

Allowing you to be that moth drawn to flames

There is nothing I can do to change this story's ending

Or to make you change your mind

His love has become charity

like the snail with the shell on its back

You should have seen through it before

There was no need to bring this (loss) upon yourself

My love can only stealthily flit across like a gentle wind

Allowing you to be that moth drawn to flames

If someday you choose to land

I will still be waiting

• Artist:Silence Wang