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When I was small, when I was stubborn My grandmother would always sing to me
On summer afternoons, the old song would comfort me
That song seems to go something like this:
(Taiwanese) "The sky is dark, it's going to rain, the sky is dark, is dark... "
Grown up now, I have my own new life with songs, and new ideas
When it's impossible to control my willfulness and impulsiveness
I forget I still have this song:
(Taiwanese) "The sky is dark, it's going to rain, the sky is dark, is dark... "
I fell in love with someone I would do anything for.
I believed this was the world I pursued. However, I fumbled, was misunderstood, was lied to;
Are there always faults beneath the surface of being an adult?
I walk every day facing the forks in the path of life. I miss my past's innocent blissful little happinesses.
Love always makes me cry, makes me unsatisfied
The sky is very big but I can't see clearly - how lonely...
I fell in love with someone I would do anything for.
I believed this was the world I pursued However, I fumbled, was misunderstood, was lied to;
Are there always faults beneath the surface of being an adult?
I walk every day facing the forks in the path of life. I miss my past's innocent blissful little happinesses.
Love always makes me cry, makes me unsatisfied
The sky is very big but I can't see clearly - how lonely...
After the sky became dark, I remembered that song, and began to suddenly look forward to a quiet rain.
I realized that grandma sang to me what I needed to know:
That even if it rains, I must bravely continue. I believe everything will become better
Now, I really want to go home.
(Taiwanese) "The sky is dark, it's going to rain, the sky is dark, dark..."