发过要发的梦 但热烈渐觉冰冻 跌过痛过便会懂  谁在作弄 沉默背后也想

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Results (English) 1:

发过要发的梦

但热烈渐觉冰冻

跌过痛过便会懂

 

谁在作弄 沉默背后也想发狂

很想找一刹来放纵

斗胆一次如反恐

 

也试过太冲动

大件事没计轻重

错过悔过仍要冲

冲出困局 形象似义勇军般英勇

但结果有没有停战的沟通

如戴着面具去掩饰倦容

 

迎着炮火也依然表情轻松

情绪不可激动

还若轻的举重

来化解一切压力似失踪

如放下面具去也许面红

 

乘着晚风去追寻逍遥星空

除去假的宽容 还真想不通

曾年少的青葱

怀着理想哪怕痛

 

也试过太冲动

大件事没计轻重

错过悔过仍要冲

冲出困局 形象似义勇军般英勇

但结果有没有停战的沟通

如戴着面具去掩饰倦容

 

迎着炮火也依然表情轻松

情绪不可激动

还若轻的举重

来化解一切压力似失踪

如放下面具去也许面红

 

乘着晚风去追寻逍遥星空

除去假的宽容 还真想不通

曾年少的青葱

忘却世间的 缚束

 

谁明白像和你也许重逢

 

Unfortunately, too many can not turn the clock back the clock

as the wailing sound of the piano

linked him cry all

who understand my mind

 

irritability is a dream but I really painful

Results (English) 2:

I've had a dream to be had.

But the warm feeling is freezing

Fall too painful will understand

Who's trying to make a fool of himself, trying to get mad behind the silence.

I'd love to find a moment to indulge.

Courage at once like counter-terrorism

And I've tried it too impulsively.

The big thing doesn't matter.

Missed regret still have to rush

Out of trouble, the image is like the heroic son of the rebel army.

but the result is there's no armistice communication

Like wearing a mask to hide your tiredness

In the face of the fire is still relaxed

Emotions can't be excited.

Or light weightlifting

to relieve all the pressure like missing

If you put down the mask to go maybe red

Take the evening wind to search for the distant sky

Except for false tolerance, I don't really want to know.

Young shall

With an ideal even pain

And I've tried it too impulsively.

The big thing doesn't matter.

Missed regret still have to rush

Out of trouble, the image is like the heroic son of the rebel army.

but the result is there's no armistice communication

Like wearing a mask to hide your tiredness

In the face of the fire is still relaxed

Emotions can't be excited.

Or light weightlifting

to relieve all the pressure like missing

If you put down the mask to go maybe red

Take the evening wind to search for the distant sky

Except for false tolerance, I don't really want to know.

Young shall

Forget the world's bindings

Who knows like you might be reunited

Regret too much but can not turn the clock

Like the wail of the piano

He's crying.

Who understands my intentions?

Irritability is a dream, but I really hurt.

Results (English) 3:

I've had a dream
But warm and frozen
I'll understand if I'm too painful to fall
 
Who wants to be crazy behind the silence
I'm looking for a moment to indulge
One fight against terrorism
 
Too impulsive
Big things don't count
To miss repentance is still to rush
Out of the dilemma, like a volunteer
But there was no truce communication
Like wearing a mask to cover up a tired face
 
Still relaxed in the face of the fire
Not excited
Light lifting
To defuse all the pressure seems to be missing
If you put down your mask, you may blush
 
Riding the evening wind to pursue the free starry sky
Except for the false tolerance, it really doesn't make sense
Once young green onion
With ideals, even pain
 
Too impulsive
Big things don't count
To miss repentance is still to rush
Out of the dilemma, like a volunteer
But there was no truce communication
Like wearing a mask to cover up a tired face
 
Still relaxed in the face of the fire
Not excited
Light lifting
To defuse all the pressure seems to be missing
If you put down your mask, you may blush
 
Riding the evening wind to pursue the free starry sky
Except for the false tolerance, it really doesn't make sense
Once young green onion
Forget the binding of the world
 
Who knows that maybe I'll meet you again
 
A clock that regrets too much but can't turn back
Wailing like the sound of a piano
Keep him crying
Who knows what I mean
 
Fidgety is also a dream, but I really hurt