Sister from another land
coming from the same heart
looking like the same face
sister from another place

Sister from another land
You don't want to hear me,
or even see me
Sister from an older game

Your place is with me

....

Sister, other side of me
In spite of all, haunting me
As a place staying empty
on an old photograph

Sister from another pain
We don't have to feel no shame,
Life will always be the same
We both have the same mother

The place is empty
...

...stranger...

I am happy
it's nineteen eighty
I am happy
Today I'm gonna watch
the movie
I've been waiting for
the movie
I've been waiting for

I'm really happy
We're driving to the city
I'm really happy
We're driving to the movie

Two hours in the stars

I'd like so much
To be liked, to be loved
I dream of being held
By anyone

...slug song...

I dream so strong
Of being kissed
Who's gonna whisper
Sweet words in my ears

It's not so easy
To be a slug
It's not so easy
To be a slug...

why don't you like me

中文:

我该怎样一个人去面对
失去你 在这来去匆匆的日夜
看不到光 假装握住你不放

情不自禁 流下眼泪
却依然 不怪你贪恋沿途的景色
只是不舍 你曾留下的颜色

我多希望 梦中的你 不是自己
哪怕没人再记起
可这忧伤的雨 却躲闪不及

再也不会紧紧抱你 仍时刻想你
再说一次我爱你
可这糟糕的情绪 却无法逃避

ENG:

How do I face this world alone,
After losing you, in these fleeting days and nights?
No light in sight, yet I feign to hold you tight, never letting go.
Tears fall, unbidden, from my weary eyes,
Yet still, I do not blame you for lingering on the beauty of the road.
It is only the colors you once left behind that I cannot bear to lose.
How I wish the you in my dreams was not just me,
Even if no one remembers anymore.
Yet this sorrowful rain falls too fast to escape.
Never again will I hold you close, yet I think of you always.
One more time, I whisper—I love you.
Yet this wretched sorrow, I can never outrun.
FR:

Comment affronter ce monde seul,
Après t’avoir perdu, en ces jours et nuits éphémères ?
Aucune lumière en vue, pourtant je feins de te serrer fort, sans jamais te lâcher.
Les larmes tombent, involontaires, de mes yeux fatigués,
Et pourtant, je ne te blâme pas d’avoir contemplé la beauté du chemin.
Ce sont seulement les couleurs que tu as laissées derrière toi que je ne peux supporter de perdre.
Comme j’aimerais que le toi de mes rêves ne soit pas seulement moi,
Même si plus personne ne se souvient.
Mais cette pluie de tristesse tombe trop vite pour lui échapper.
Jamais plus je ne pourrai te serrer contre moi, et pourtant je pense à toi sans cesse.
Une fois encore, je murmure—je t’aime.
Mais ce chagrin maudit, jamais je ne pourrai le fuir.