I can nidering with others to get the other people have been tasteless things
I can mean to please the so ugly face
But I know, tomorrow my breakfast on the table

我收紧了翅膀，低下了胸膛
默默的一年一年的坚持着自己的理想~

I took in the wings, lowered his chest
Silently year after year of insist their own ideal

昨天的它死在了巢穴中
没人知道它什么时候早已冰冷
因为我们失去了原有的良心与善良~
每个人都会死，而然它就死的那么不的瞑目
我们只是会在回家的傍晚彼此道一声“你好”

Yesterday's it died in the den
No one know when it's already cold
Because we lost the original conscience and good ~
Every man dies, but it died so not in print
We just can home in the evening to each other to say "hello"

原来城市的夜空并不一定是熙熙攘攘

The original city sky is not necessarily the hustle and bustle

冰冷的地方，我第一次撑开了翅膀抱住自己
翅膀下的余温有点温暖，在这寒冷的夜晚
我记起了妈妈讲的卖火柴的小姑年

A cold place, the first time I open the embrace their wings
Under the wings of culture a little warm, in the cold night
I remember my mother about the little match seller

好吧 我来了

太晚了 明天再发吧

晚安毛毛。

我有理想，我有欲望，我有体格，我有方向
而我唯一看不到的就希望
文明 和谐 安逸
多么刺眼与可笑的词语，我付出着比别人几倍的的汗水收获着.....