Shan Hua (山花)

I hate this damn helplessness.

I hate his hypocrisy that makes it seem regrettable.

Using a pile of discouraging words to attack the heart.

The sense of existence is equal to air.

Breaking up early won't lead to a definitive end.

Fate is destined to have ups and downs.

Where do these big highs and lows come from?

Aren't they just adding fuel to the fire?

The hatred I planted will never cease.

I endure all kinds of pain, regardless of size.

Love is a shackle that will control me.

Hatred teaches me to sprint; how ironic it is to be understanding.

You laugh while saying I’m taking a dead-end path.

Keeping my head down, I don't want to say much.

My eyes tell you how hungry I can be.

Sinking deeper and deeper.

In your eyes, I'm just trash.

You look down on me, but I can also return the favor.

I use songs to repay debts, while also questioning and breaking free.

My lyrics are sung beautifully, even if I wear counterfeit clothes.

I don’t count on anyone’s respect; I just want more.

My pockets are temporarily empty.

Did you believe at all?

Money is the sweat of my blood.

An unremarkable loser.

If you resign to fate, you'll only fall.

You don’t understand; don’t bully the impoverished youth.

But you understand how lowly a dog's eye can see people.

I’m not trying to stand out.

I’m just helping my family breathe a little easier.

Who wants to bend down to find connections?

Who wants to pay off these wrongful debts?

Who would seek a shortcut for money?

Hate doesn't mean committing sins.

I may not end up as successful as them.

They only look at cash and degrees.

I've been biting my chin while struggling.

Don't be anxious, old son.

I hate this damn helplessness.

I hate his hypocrisy that makes it seem regrettable.

Using a pile of discouraging words to attack the heart.

The sense of existence is equal to air.

Breaking up early won't lead to a definitive end.

Fate is destined to have ups and downs.

Where do these big highs and lows come from?

Aren't you always adding fuel to the fire?

The hatred I planted will never cease.

I endure all kinds of pain, regardless of size.

Love is a shackle that will control me.

Hatred teaches me to sprint; how ironic it is to be understanding.

I often feel hatred.

It overshadows my anxiety.

I also pity their appearances.

It seems everything is like a transaction.

So hatred is often present.

They wouldn't even glance at you with money.

Talk of brotherhood, talk of principles.

They stay cautious and keep their distance.

Those gazes aren't frightening; I've never hated him.

Young man, dance to conquer the void.

Too much hatred can't be let go.

It all becomes his motivation.

Could it be hard? Just the daily necessities.

I hate that trees are diminishing, I hate that buildings are rising, I hate that crowds are thinning.

I often feel hatred. I continue struggling among the skeletal trees and black crows, yet still haven't learned to let go.

I hate this damn helplessness.

I hate his hypocrisy that makes it seem regrettable.

Using a pile of discouraging words to attack the heart.

The sense of existence is equal to air.

Breaking up early won't lead to a definitive end.

Fate is destined to have ups and downs.

Where do these big highs and lows come from?

Aren't you always adding fuel to the fire?

The hatred I planted will never cease.

I endure all kinds of pain, regardless of size.

Love is a shackle that will control me.

Hatred teaches me to sprint; how ironic it is to be understanding.