木偶人

Listen to devoted ancients, saving sweet words for their dearest ones

Watch foot-bound women, enduring poets' bad habits in silence

You never understood the textbooks, yet the world insists on praising

See people in relationships, ranking each other with naked eyes

Add some applause, and they all seem utterly loyal

Who wrote this rotten script? Yet everyone follows, numb to the atmosphere

So, when we all become puppets

Why bother playing the devoted lover to prove loyalty?

Words neatly arranged, paired with cheap scars—how touching when you cry

Let us all become puppets

Sew a few more stitches, love a few more times, then the pain will fade

Remove the longing function, meet you again like a stranger

Those loved before, secretly hide red and green books

Those in love now, play tricks in countless ways

Demand duplicates, use passionate kisses as evidence of guilt

Make those who've fallen in love, still distinguish good from bad

Don't confront in the rain, the one who shared a soda tab with you

Has become a cliché script, why take it so seriously? Don't mention the hardships

So, when we all become puppets

Why bother playing the devoted lover to prove loyalty?

Words neatly arranged, repeating cheap scars—how touching when you cry

Let us all become puppets

Sew a few more stitches, love a few more times, then the pain will fade

Remove the longing function, meet you again like a stranger

No one can truly become a puppet

It's merely an escape process within emotions

We act arrogant, masking our lack of right to ask

Meeting someone requires sewing a few stitches

When we all envy puppets

Learn their art of playing games in social scenes

Polished words and flattery, applause like a human's—my lover

A thick book of defenses, the aftermath of offering myself