黑色柳丁 [Hēi sè liǔ dīng] [English translation]

Today my frame of mind is a bit strange,

but I can't say exactly why.

It's like having several symptoms of sorrow,

but I don't know what the illness is.

Above me is the orange Californian sun,

[but] in my pocket, there's only a black tangerine.

I just have a blue feeling--

don't ask me why.

While I want to speak, I feel like i have nothing good to say,

I just hate myself, [for being] unable to escape this prison.

Or maybe, I'm just a worm without any prospects,

[who] shouldn't be always dreaming--

you are not a hero.

Leaves falling indicate the changing seasons,

But I have no way to wake up, confused and muddled.

Are you willing to be a hero,

or will you give up?

The sky is bright, but nevertheless covered by dark clouds,

All the lights are sentenced to death.

What type of hero do you want to become?

I see you are nothing more but a mercenary

I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.

I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.

Today, as I wake up, I got a headache--

even as I take bottles of medicine, it's no use.

My mood has an unknown restlessness--

[but] the further you are from me, the better.

Outside, there's the orange Californian sunshine,

But I hide by myself in a lonely dark cave.

I just have a small request--

please leave me alone.

Today my frame of mind is a bit strange,

but I can't say exactly why.

It's like having several symptoms of sorrow,

but I don't know what the illness is.

I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.

I just want to cry, want to cry, want to cry.

I just want to cry, want to cry, want to...