长安街上 [zhǎng ān jiē shàng] [English translation]

Fifteen years ago, I was still a child without a cent to my name,

[who] never knew whether to return home or to find help from a gang.

[I] had no goals and no hope, like a drifting beggar,

In my mind, in the night, and in the vast and hazy borderline.

He is just as lonely as I am on Chang’an Avenue.

He is like my friend; we cry together.

Ten years passed in an instant, and I had already grew up.

The corners of my mother’s eyes were crisscrossed with wrinkles.

I was beaten up, black and blue, for existence and for love,

Now, I suddenly realized that he was my only friend.

He is just as lonely as I am on Chang’an Avenue.

He is like my friend; we cry together.

Now, [as] the years passed on hurriedly,

I learned how to be patient, and how to give up.

One day, [as] I stroll across that street again,

I discovered that I was still as lonely as a rock.

He is just as lonely as I am on Chang’an Avenue.

He is like my friend; we cry together.

He is just as lonely as I am on Chang’an Avenue.

He is like my friend; we cry together.

• Artist:Wang Feng
• Album:怒放的生命