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Mask

發過要發的夢 但熱烈漸覺冰凍
跌過痛過便會懂
誰在作弄 沉默背後也想發狂
很想找一剎來放縱 斗膽一次如反恐

也試過太衝動 大件事沒計輕重
錯過悔過仍要衝
衝出困局 形象似義勇軍般英勇
但結果有沒有停戰的溝通

如戴著面具去掩飾倦容
迎著炮火也依然表情輕鬆
情緒不可激動 還若輕的舉重
來化解一切壓力似失蹤

如放下面具去也許面紅
乘著晚風去追尋逍遙星空
除去假的寬容 還真想不通
曾年少的青蔥 懷着理想哪怕痛

也試過太衝動 大件事沒計輕重
錯過悔過仍要衝
衝出困局 形象似義勇軍般英勇
但結果有沒有停戰的溝通

如戴著面具去掩飾倦容
迎著炮火也依然表情輕鬆
情緒不可激動 還若輕的舉重
來化解一切壓力似失蹤

如放下面具去也許面紅
乘著晚風去追尋逍遙星空
除去假的寬容 還真想不通
曾年少的青蔥 忘卻世間的縳束

誰明白像和你也許重逢
遺憾太多卻不能倒流的鐘
如琴聲的哀號 連結他都哭訴
誰明白我初衷 煩躁也是個夢

但我真的痛

Mask

I realize the dream that I should, but my passion gradually turns cold.
I fall and feel the pain, then I come to understand.
Who is playing with me, and behind the silence I want to go mad.
I want to find a moment to act wildly, taking a risk like a counterterrorism.

I have also tried to be too impulsive, not considering the importance of big things.
I miss and regret, but I still have to rush.
I rush out of the predicament, heroic like a volunteer army,
But in the end, is there any peace talks to stop the war?

It's like wearing a mask to hide my exhaustion,
Facing the gunfire, my expression is still relaxed.
Emotions should not be agitated, still as light as weightlifting,
Coming to resolve all pressure, like disappearing.

It's like taking off the mask, and I might blush,
Riding the evening breeze to pursue the carefree starry sky.
Getting rid of false tolerance, I still can't figure it out.
I used to have youthful vigor, cherishing my ideals even with pain.

I have also tried to be too impulsive, not considering the importance of big things.
I miss and regret, but I still have to rush.
I rush out of the predicament, heroic like a volunteer army,
But in the end, is there any peace talks to stop the war?

It's like wearing a mask to hide my exhaustion,
Facing the gunfire, my expression is still relaxed.
Emotions should not be agitated, still as light as weightlifting,
Coming to resolve all pressure, like disappearing.

It's like taking off the mask, and I might blush,
Riding the evening breeze to pursue the carefree starry sky.
Getting rid of false tolerance, I still can't figure it out.
I used to have youthful vigor, forgetting the constraints of the world.

Who understands, like you and I might meet again?
There are too many regrets, but the clock can't be turned back.
Like the mournful cry of a piano, connecting with him, we both weep,
Who understands my original intention that impatience is also a dream?

But I am really in pain.