Riding a hundred ghosts and a thousand questions,
For no reason,
Into my boring life,
I took a golden apple to look for it.
Looking in countless beating eyes,
Looking for it in the wrinkles of human smile and pain,
Look for it in the white clouds and red clouds when it gets dark tomorrow.
Blinking golden eyes, searching for cigarettes,
Find a hundred visions and a thousand questions,
There are countless golden eyes in the dark.
There are dense schools of fish on the sea.
The gray head melts in the sea,
Round eyes seem to spit out doubts,
Endless ships sail here,
Relying on my 1000 questions and my hallucinations,
The sky of dreams is always gray with doubts,
These fish are always drifting in the sea.
I think I should burn my problems and hallucinations,
I'm going to light this dream boat,
I want light to find fish everywhere,
I want to turn the dream sky into golden doubt,
I want to apologize to the suspicious fish,
I want to show the calm land and sea,
My 1000 questions and 100 hallucinations.