流浪 [liú làng] [English translation]

Those once lonely alleys

Sprinkled with the brilliance of time

No fear or pain here

No neon lights shining with sadness

If the roads of my youth

Turn into a concrete jungle

Only lonely you and I

Will remember those magnificent fantasies

Starting tomorrow I wander alone

Let us make this chaotic life simple

Walk around and see the world

Someone once sang

That the answer is blowing in the wind

Now we have all grown up

Still full of sadness and confusion

If I had a choice

I would free myself from these shackles

If I could soar

I would spread my wings toward a bright future

Starting tomorrow I bid farewell to yesterday

Let this mediocre life become extraordinary

Gently drunk or floating in the wind

Wandering toward the faraway spring

Starting tomorrow I wander alone

Let us make this chaotic life simple

Walk around and see the world

Wandering toward the faraway spring

Wandering toward the faraway spring

Wandering toward the faraway spring