七重人格 [Seven Personalities] [Qī chóng rén gé] [English translation]

Night befalls and insects chirp

See a robin in the sky fly by

The sparrow outside the window for whom does it mourn?

(shut up!)

If all time is unrecorded, leaving not a trace behind

If all ancient books turn black, how could the past be portrayed?

If numbness is to be exposed, wounds will bleed afresh

If a man can tamper with his cruel and doomed fate, stamped at birth

wu wu~

Ancient, Present, Heaven, Earth

When the Great Chaos first dissipated

clarity, turbidity, black and white were distinguished birthed specks of dust

Ecstasy, Anger, Joy, Sorrow

Flourish and decay in endless cycles

Right and wrong, victory and defeat alternate, hundred of mundane lifeforms in eons of Samsara

The eternal, the bygone, the existing, the unknown

From antiquity to future ages, prosperity eventually fades

All things bloom with a single move of my thoughts

The Great Chaos transforms in thousands of incarnations

'Tis none other than this, 'Tis none other than this

Let me dictate, It's up to me to dictate

All shall vanish and leave only

That completely unrestrained self

Who stands in the torrid storm and does! not! die!

Bearing unhealed wounds I dash to the battle on the verge of loosing control

For the fi-! -nal! es-! -cape!

For snatching back the lost freedom

I am willing to turn into a beast

If the truth is entirely buried, no words are uttered

If men could accept succumbing to these predestined, doomed fates

wu wu wu~

When tranquility arrives once more

oh how beautiful is this scenery

Even stars doth tumble and perish, utterly pitch-black

Like a puzzle, I have lost a piece

with such glaring blankness

Endlessly ruing,

till I.. have completely.. lost.. myself!