Текст и перевод песни 家家 - 弟,你睡了吗

弟,你睡了吗

废物

在乎始终，我看见的不同
在这个时间里没有人懂
某个人张口闭口
废物的内容
如果我不在乎，她又在乎
会瞬间发疯，我的真有点痛苦
该像谁倾诉
好想糊涂，不清楚，也不会假装的哭
你说我就是个废物，在腐朽的泥土
重新注入，迷路，在纠结中反复
我为以后的路，种下了一种毒
你说的虚荣，感动，哪样是沉重
回到过去的梦，是否早已相通
或许有爱情，懵懂，装作好轻松
在红不红界限中我了解了什么
不同

哪里怕了谁去，风与火的鬼蜮
梦中的崎岖 （太委屈）
看见她一动不动，听了太多掩饰的哭声
我再痛再恐，还的不懂装懂
这渐渐虚伪的面容 要懂...
关于她的冲动你不能猜要一定懂
只要你迟疑一分钟，就是不爱了
现在你要做的是变一只蛔虫，蠕动
她说的要听懂
好像是过去迷了路，一切又好清楚
我慢慢变成了废物，我必须认输
我在飞上天的中途，变成了迷雾
在某个人还在抽搐，就说我不在乎

你说的虚荣，感动，哪样是沉重
回到过去的梦，是否早已相通
或许有爱情，懵懂，装作好轻松
在红不红界限中我了解了什么
不同
我想的太多，回忆的沉默
有什么有什么，能代替失落
最后的结果，这样的结果
让人太虚脱，剩下了一个我

Bro, are you asleep?

Waste

I care no matter what, I see differently
Nobody understands at this time
A certain person keeps saying
Useless stuff
If I didn't care, she cared
She would go crazy in an instant, it's painful
Who should I talk to?
I want to be muddled, not clear, and not pretend to cry
You said I was a piece of garbage, in the rotten soil
Injected again, lost, and repeatedly糾結
I planted a poison for the road ahead
You said vanity, touch, which one is heavy
Back to the dream of the past, have we already connected?
Maybe there's love, naivety, pretending to be relaxed
What did I learn in the boundary between being popular and not popular
Different

Where is it that I'm afraid of? To the realm of wind and fire
The ruggedness in the dream (too wronged)
Seeing her motionless, hearing too many disguised cries
No matter how painful or fearful I am, I still pretend to be ignorant
This gradually hypocritical face must understand...
You can't guess about her impulsiveness, you must understand
If you hesitate for a minute, you don't love her
Now you have to be an earthworm, squirming
Listen to what she says
It seems like the past has lost its way, everything is so clear again
I slowly became a waste, I had to admit defeat
In the middle of my flight to heaven, I turned into fog
While a certain person was still twitching, you said I didn't care

You said vanity, touch, which one is heavy
Back to the dream of the past, have we already connected?
Maybe there's love, naivety, pretending to be relaxed
What did I learn in the boundary between being popular and not popular
Different
I think too much, the silence of memory
What is there, what is there, that can replace loss
The final result, such a result
Makes me feel so weak, only one of me is left