消愁

As you step into this carnival of delight

Carrying all your dreams and aspirations

Each face painted with its own disguise

No one remembers what you truly look like

After three rounds of wine, you're in the corner

Stubbornly singing that bitter song

Hearing it drowned in the noisy throng

You raise your glass and say to yourself

A toast to the morning sun, a toast to the moonlight

Awakening my longing, softening the cold window's plight

So I can fly against the wind without looking back

Unafraid of rain in my heart, frost in my eyes' track

A toast to my hometown, a toast to the distant land

Guarding my kindness, urging me to expand

So the roads north and south no longer feel long

My soul no longer has nowhere to belong

A toast to tomorrow, a toast to the past

Sustaining my body, broadening my shoulders at last

Though I never believed in eternal bonds so deep

Life is short, why cling to memories we keep

A toast to freedom, a toast to death's embrace

Forgiving my mediocrity, dispelling all trace

Well, after dawn, we always leave in haste

The sober ones are the most absurd and waste

Well, after dawn, we always leave in haste

The sober ones are the most absurd and waste