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霧都孤兒

妈妈 书里描述的蓝天
是否存在这世界
白天黑夜有什么区别
灰和黑更迭
爸妈你们离开那一天
我眼泪都看不见
或许只有住在梦里边
才看得清容颜
我努力睁开眼 却看不到终点
怎对酸雨眷恋
诗人不再望天
这世界没了 花瓣飘落的诗篇
烟雾笼罩谎言
欲望化作梦魇
城市的雕塑 望眼欲穿对天边
老照片蓝天 仿佛闻得见这微甜
全世界是乐园
我用画笔临暮曾经起风的季节
却画不出明天
妈妈 书里描述的蓝天
是否存在这世界
白天黑夜有什么区别
灰和黑更迭
爸妈你们离开那一天
我眼泪都看不见
或许只有住在梦里边
才看得清容颜
我努力睁开眼 却看不到终点
怎对酸雨眷恋
诗人不再望天
这世界没了 花瓣飘落的诗篇
烟雾笼罩谎言
欲望化作梦魇
城市的雕塑 望眼欲穿对天边
老照片蓝天 仿佛闻得见这微甜
全世界是乐园
我用画笔临暮曾经起风的季节
却画不出明天
怎对酸雨眷恋
诗人不再望天
这世界没了 花瓣飘落的诗篇
烟雾笼罩谎言
欲望化作梦魇
城市的雕塑 望眼欲穿对天边
老照片蓝天 仿佛闻得见这微甜
全世界是乐园
我用画笔临暮曾经起风的季节
却画不出明天
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky

City Orphans

My darling, the blue sky described in the stories,
Does it exist in this world?
What's the difference between day and night?
Gray and black alternate,
The day my parents left me,
My tears were invisible.
Perhaps it's only in my dreams
That I can see their faces clearly,
I try to open my eyes, but I can't see the end,
How can I be attached to the acid rain?
Poets no longer look up at the sky,
This world has lost the poem of falling petals.
Smoke shrouds the lies,
Desires become nightmares.
The city's statues gaze longingly at the horizon,
The old photo of the blue sky, as if I can smell its sweetness.
The whole world is a paradise, but
I use my brush to paint the season of wind at dusk,
But I can't paint tomorrow.
My darling, the blue sky described in the stories,
Does it exist in this world?
What's the difference between day and night?
Gray and black alternate,
The day my parents left me,
My tears were invisible.
Perhaps it's only in my dreams
That I can see their faces clearly,
I try to open my eyes, but I can't see the end,
How can I be attached to the acid rain?
Poets no longer look up at the sky,
This world has lost the poem of falling petals.
Smoke shrouds the lies,
Desires become nightmares.
The city's statues gaze longingly at the horizon,
The old photo of the blue sky, as if I can smell its sweetness.
The whole world is a paradise, but
I use my brush to paint the season of wind at dusk,
But I can't paint tomorrow.
How can I be attached to the acid rain?
Poets no longer look up at the sky,
This world has lost the poem of falling petals.
Smoke shrouds the lies,
Desires become nightmares.
The city's statues gaze longingly at the horizon,
The old photo of the blue sky, as if I can smell its sweetness.
The whole world is a paradise, but
I use my brush to paint the season of wind at dusk,
But I can't paint tomorrow.
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky