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記憶 - Remix

願一切返回個1996 嘅冬天 寒風刺骨 確保天氣夠凍
踏入人間開始天堂地獄
與時間賽跑 秒針上你我永遠都係被動
係面上記錄住 被命運玩弄住
有過幾多夢 最後都變成話說
Fuckin' lay back 追溯住回憶 係靈車
當光穿越棱鏡 get rainbow asap yo
零碎嘅記憶 愈係執起愈割傷 原汁原味嘅狂想 係昔日課堂上
望住鏡 現實已經將你變得乜模樣
世界係萬花筒上 華麗but the truth is ruthless
花 會否繼續開 當滿天烏雲 The life goes on like go wrong
"現在" 不值一提 當你高空俯瞰 its gonna be history

如果時間可以重來... 你會改變抑或一如從來
所有未來 過去 現在 憂愁同自在 仇恨同熱愛

一首久違嘅歌 播住當年嘅天氣 熟悉嘅味道
走過嘅地 幾乎忘記嘅對白 一場未完嘅戲
模糊 往事只能回味 由甜到苦 從味蕾擴散
浪漫嘅代價like my marijuana til my mind is gone 不計後顧
被厭惡嘅心情終要執拾到行李箱 被禁固係時間內你會否掙扎 do it or die
故事定律化 自以為掌握時間 卻無法適應快慢之差
麝香係指甲之間 係韻味嘅詩 一碰牆之隔 構成我地嘅事
被沖淡嘅字又或殘念 已經太多
苟延殘喘所有經歷以微笑帶過
時間嘅枝葉太盛茂同鮮綠
不知不覺就取代咗我地嘅天空

如果時間可以重來... 你會改變抑或一如從來
所有未來 過去 現在 憂愁同自在 仇恨同熱愛

Memory - Remix

Would wish everything would go back to the winter of 1996, where the cold wind chills one to the bone, and ensures the weather remains adequately cold
I step into the人间and start the cycle of heaven and hell
Racing against time, you and I are always passive on the second hand
My face records everything, and I am manipulated by fate
How many dreams have there been that have eventually become just stories
Fuckin' lay back, and trace back the memories in the hearse
When light passes through a prism, get rainbow asap yo
Fragmented memories, the more I pick them up, the more they cut me. Memories full of passion and imagination, but in the classroom
Looking in the mirror, reality has already changed you into what kind of shape
The world kaleidoscopes, gorgeous but the truth is ruthless
When the sky is filled with dark clouds, will the flowers continue to bloom? Life goes on, like go wrong
The "present" is not worth mentioning at all, when you look down from a high altitude, it will become history

If time could be replayed... Would you change it or remain the same as always
Everything about the future, the past, the present, sorrows and comfort, hatred and passion

An old and familiar song plays the weather of that year, a familiar taste
I've walked the path, almost forgotten the conversation, an unfinished play
Vaguely, the past can only be reminisced, from sweet to bitter, it spreads from the taste buds
The price of romance is like my marijuana, until my mind is gone, I will not look back
The mood of disgust will eventually be packed into the suitcase, imprisoned in time, will you struggle to do it or die?
The story becomes a law, thinking you control the time, but unable to adapt to the difference between fast and slow
Musk is between the fingernails. It is a flavorful poem, and when it touches the wall, it forms our affairs
The diluted words or regrets, there are already too many
All experiences are barely hanging on, and I overcome them with a smile
The branches and leaves of time are too lush and green
Before I knew it, they had replaced our sky

If time could be replayed... Would you change it or remain the same as always
Everything about the future, the past, the present, sorrows and comfort, hatred and passion