Above The Fray (光陰副本)

The starry sky pulls the passersby, memories collide with the years.

The last lap, racing forward.

The lonely soul under the moon's halo is painfully prodded by the past.

It seems like time is lost in thought.

People run in the race, holding on, competing, enduring.

The heart kneels in the dark, shouting, questioning, waiting.

You swim in the crowd, trembling, hiding, remaining calm.

What about me? I watch those foolish and angry souls.

Having faced off with myself, let's not make a fuss.

Don't replicate the question mark; the outcome is already clear.

Waiting for the copy of time, lonely and quiet, to call for a second life in the sky.

After turning the page, the regrets and dark matter, I must let it roll away.

Waiting to cross the silent glacier and the voiceless valley, green shoots seek victory amidst defeat.

I add us together.

Taking a look at the copy of time to see how many immortals or eternities I still have.

I am someone who reaches the finish line but must start running again.

I am not afraid of the angry thunder god on the road ahead.

I protect us.

If there’s another time, if there’s another result.

Another time, if I.

The exclamation mark of that time, those dreams really haven't aged, waiting for me to claim them.

Waiting for the copy of time to suddenly pause, there’s still life after life.

Exchanging all the frustrations for a pale world, how many points can I score?

After hearing too much of the silent world, in the voiceless realm there are laughs and also grievances; I miss us.

Taking a look at the copy of time to see those things I haven't forgotten, haven't retreated, or won't give up.

I have lost, that’s true, heh, yet I still haven't accepted it.

How many times have I been left speechless, just to hear one thing: I really love us.