In this symbolic night
Many times I have pretended as an obedient servant
In front of the door to cross the piece of extraordinary net
Who died as the time passing by its wrong line
What makes me fright and horror is
The sobriety is more conscious than the day
Which are some heartless feelings
The amazing combination is more fantasy than dreams
Which are in the soul some terrible changes
The black river
All the year round moves in the sun
To refresh my endless love
It is bullying to interrogate my brain
To trample
The never fallow fields
In the end it is completely lost
The block dawn lips
Only leaving countless shameless memories and sediment
Struggle with brownish-black rocks
Silent depositing
Silent depositing
Silent depositing
And the time has sunk into the eternal river
It stays in a miserable place
For the memory
To leave an incomprehensive coma spots
Which become the towers for people to worship their idols
—the wrestling place for life and death
I only like a person
Not in my own
Standing up as a man
Standing in the forefront its scenery has become the past
It belongs to the night
It belongs to another world (Translated by Sophy Chen)
