Like a fish
Jason 顾杰
This is a simple song. There is nothing unique. Try to put something on my mind. It's so childish. Like a naughty child. What a ridiculous worry. I'm the only one who's still holding on. Who can see through my eyes? So that I can stop going blind. I want to remember what you look like. Like a fish, remember the embrace of the water. Like clouds docking in the sky The coming of night And they won't forget the warmth of the sun. I'm going to forget what you look like. Like a fish forgetting the taste of the sea Let go of all dreams and troubles But I can't let go of the memories of begging. What a ridiculous worry. I'm the only one who's still holding on. Who can see through my eyes? So that I can stop going blind. Remember what you look like. Like a fish, remember the embrace of the water. Like clouds docking in the sky The coming of night And they won't forget the warmth of the sun. I'm going to forget what you look like. Like a fish forgetting the taste of the sea Let go of all dreams and troubles But I can't let go of the memories of begging. It's good only myself left.
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