Текст песни и перевод на английский Lu Han - Sensitive-AM

Sensitive-AM

坏情绪只是瞬间的存在
内心的反派现在要崩坏
希望今天世界能多些慷慨
不用迎合所有期待
情怀变成尴尬的存在
催眠自己不该太懈怠
天色还早灯光别全开
这些 都不 意外
安静的空气太敏感
空气太敏感
这焦虑就像会传染
就像会传染
明明多美好的一天
美得太骨感
让我 如此 不安
灵魂在摩天大楼里孤单地穿行
想再遇见消失在沿途的曾经
敏感的人都不轻松
直到被它压垮了以后才心痛
我相信世界不会是黑暗森林
我相信未来依然会如期降临
如果你安静地用心去听
幸运都在 慢慢靠近
越想要表现得很从容
越会被这些怪力掏空
当盆栽开始光合作用
心肺 才能 填充
安静的空气太敏感
空气太敏感
这焦虑就像会传染
就像会传染
明明多美好的一天
美得太骨感
让我 如此 不安
Can you help me？ 什么问题
Can you help me？ 该往哪里
Can you help me？ 怎么选择
这个问题 想逃离
开心太敏感
悲伤太敏感
这焦虑就像会传染
对它会传染
光速般奔跑的年代
美都太骨感
我们 如此 不安

Sensitive-AM

Bad moods are just fleeting moments, girl.
The villain inside me is about to crumble.
Hoping the world can be a little more generous today.
No need to cater to all expectations, you know?
Passion becomes an awkward presence.
Hypnotizing myself, telling myself I shouldn't be so lazy.
It's still early, don't turn on all the lights just yet.
These are all… not unexpected.
The quiet air is too sensitive.
The air is too sensitive, babe.
This anxiety is contagious.
Like it's infectious, you feel it too?
Clearly, it's such a beautiful day.
But beautiful in a way that feels too fragile.
It makes me so uneasy.
My soul wanders lonely through skyscrapers, darling.
Wanting to meet again what disappeared along the way.
Sensitive people never have it easy.
Not until they’re crushed by it, then comes the heartache.
I believe the world isn't a dark forest, sweetheart.
I believe the future will still arrive as expected.
If you quietly listen with your heart,
Luck is slowly approaching.
The more I try to appear calm,
The more I'm hollowed out by these strange forces.
When the potted plants begin photosynthesis,
My heart and lungs can finally fill.
The quiet air is too sensitive.
The air is too sensitive.
This anxiety is contagious.
Like it's infectious.
Clearly, it's such a beautiful day.
But beautiful in a way that feels too fragile.
It makes me so uneasy.
Can you help me? What's the problem?
Can you help me? Where should I go?
Can you help me? What choice to make?
I want to escape this question.
Happiness is too sensitive.
Sadness is too sensitive.
This anxiety is contagious.
Susceptible to it.
In this era of lightspeed running,
Beauty is too fragile.
We are so uneasy.