Sitting in the middle of the night, midnight, mid-light
Waiting for tomorrow, daylight, no-light
In the darkness, searching for, the right direction
Even the shadows, do not know, where to go
Use all my power, to build a roof for cover,
But in the end, it’s a ruin
Use my soul, to make a deal with the devil
In the end, I lose all of myself
Laughter on the chopping block, they are bloodless scars
The more meticulous cover story, the more vicious the truth is
Applauding you in public, turn around and stab you in the back
As long as someone will buy the cover up
Whose sight are you trying to shake?
You are too greedy to let go of Satan’s staff
I crave to confess my sadness
But I have no power to take off Satan’s mask.
Whose impression am I trying to affect?
Even a statue of angles are made from mud
I crave to reach, the distance I am heading to
All the travels are to reach my initial starting point.
Thirty years, the midnight of a man’s life
After tonight, where is my destination?
The face in the mirror, expensive, yet dirty
Even my beliefs are fleeing
Use all my power, to build a roof for cover,
But in the end, it’s a ruin
Use my soul, to make a deal with the devil
In the end, I lose all of myself
Laughter on the chopping block, they are bloodless scars
The more meticulous cover story, the more vicious the truth is
Applauding you in public, turn around and stab you in the back
As long as someone will buy the cover up
Whose sight are you trying to shake?
You are too greedy to let go of Satan’s staff
I crave to confess my sadness
But I have no power to take off Satan’s mask.
Whose impression am I trying to affect?
Even a statue of angles are made from mud
I crave to reach, the distance I am heading to
All the travels are to reach my initial starting point.
Translation by Windchime @ geng-bao
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