一半一半

A sense of powerlessness is devouring my tears bit by bit.

The empty streets have long lost any sound.

That day returning to the city familiar to us both.

The turned-off streetlights on the road are half familiar, half strange.

Alcohol makes me half warm, half cold.

But you are acting mature.

I am half numb, half in pain.

It finally becomes half suspicion, half questioning.

I might be half loving you, half hating you myself.

This separation is the weight of my inspiration.

The pain in my heart is

An unequal silence, yeah.

Longing is the rope trapping the two of us.

Even if my flesh and blood are mangled.

I still have no way to break free, yeah.

The perfect you finally accepts.

Letting the remaining me walk away.

I accept this result.

The masterpiece you painted.

I cannot find any clues.

Like being led along.

But I don't want half and half.

Half and half.

But the two of us, piece by piece.

Already broken, already broken.

The streetlights on the street, one by one.

Flickering and twinkling.

Tears dripping on the road, drop by drop.

Drop by drop.

But I don't want half and half.

Half and half.

I am deeply trapped in liking you while leaving you.

They ask me if I regret losing too much, yeah.

Half and half.

Struggling between romance and reality.

I am fragile, but facing you I dare not show pain.

I think over and over about whose right or wrong is possible.

In this incomplete marathon.

Only time wins.

Half bandaged, half left with scars.

Half facing with cold words, the other half constantly talking.

I know these contradictions are all love fanning the flames.

I want to find balance, so I say to the microphone.

Marry.

I know you are here (here).

I have already gotten used to the plainness.

I cannot feel your pulse.

Maybe this is my biggest regret (okay).

I know besides the pain.

The happiness experienced before also counts.

This world has no pure hate and love.

More of it is half and half.

No opportunity to start over once.

No opportunity to let me take one more glance.

No opportunity to be able to discuss with you.

If we were a little braver.

I want overcoming cowardice to be my superpower.

Making up my mind not to turn back.

I am my own biggest contradiction.

Later I continue to rap and rap.

I tell myself my heart doesn't hurt.

More and more back to back.

You also have a new person by your side.

Longing, breaking yet unbroken.

I feel my body split into two halves.

Half is hating and nostalgic.

The other half walked towards a new journey.

The tears in the night are too bitter.

For me, they don't go well with alcohol.

I leave the previous me in the original place.

Continuing to walk forward by myself.

I ask myself.

Is the love you gave the kind I don't want?

So please don't calling my phone.

I want a complete me because I know.

But I don't want half and half.

Half and half.

But the two of us, piece by piece.

Already broken, already broken.

The streetlights on the street, one by one.

Flickering and twinkling.

Tears dripping on the road, drop by drop.

Drop by drop.

But I don't want half and half.

Half and half.

I am deeply trapped in liking you while leaving you.

They ask me if I regret losing too much (lost too much, regret it or not).

Half and half.