病态 [Morbidity] [English translation]

An embryonic like planet

will cover us all with warmth

carrying out with vigor after dawn

soberly hiding during the night

The folds of time, are naught but blank

some are nostalgic, some are expectant

the harvest of desire, are naught but corrupt

no one no longer will quench the land

Await for an weightless era of falling

after the last noon, there's naught but torpor

mottled black and white, copying morbidity

evaporating a thin layer of love

until, a slanted city can no longer hold

let the rapacious us dilute in the mass

don't be nostalgic, for what love?

we are in the turns of the station

savoring every sweet and bitter

carry on carrying out in separate

repeat the rekindle and halt and abandon

cracks of memories, are naught but dust

stiffly recall, all words are pale

go forth alone, crave to be loved

come awake when astray

Await for an weightless era of falling

after the last noon, there's naught but torpor

mottled black and white, copying morbidity

evaporating a thin layer of love

until, a slanted city can no longer hold

let the rapacious us dilute in the mass

don't be nostalgic, for what love?

Await the fall of an out of control era

after repenting yet not knowing to rectify

all upside down, utterly brilliant

mocking the rarity of love

until the morbid times can no longer contain

let our pretense become blind worship

don't be nostalgic, for what love?

for why love?

• Artist:Joker Xue