separate
Since childhood, I haven't
Others-I haven't seen them.
As others have seen, I can't bring it.
My passion comes from a common spring-
I didn't get it from the same source
My sadness-I can't wake up.
My heart is happy with the same tone-
What I love—I love alone—
Then, in my childhood, at dawn.
The most stormy life-drawing
From every depth of good and bad
The mystery that still binds me-
From rapids, or fountains-
From the red cliff of the mountain-
The sun rolling around me
In the golden autumn-
Lightning from the sky
When it flew past me-
From thunder and storms-
And the clouds that form.
(When the rest of heaven is blue)
In my opinion, it is a demon.
[Provide translation]
I have been different from others since I was a child.
I see the world differently.
I can never get passion from ordinary spring.
I never get sadness from the same source.
I can't make my heart smile for this same rhythm.
And everything I love
I love loneliness.
therefore
In my childhood.
At the dawn of my stormy life
I get it from the depths of every kind of good and evil
That mystery still binds me.
From a turbulence, or a glittering flying spring.
From the top of red cliff at the top of the mountain
From the sun that revolves around me
When bathed in the golden autumn sunshine
Silver lines fall from the sky, Fei Huo.
When it passed me by.
From the storm, from the thunder
From the ever-changing cumulus before my eyes
(When the whole sky is blue)
It turned into a devil before my eyes.