家园 [Jia Yuan] [English translation]

How much value does our identities have,

Whether or not it enjoys an eternal status?

Endlessly asking and asking again,

I saw her life, already drained away.

Inside the textbook, there’s beautiful pictures and words,

Symbolizing authority collapsing at the first blow.

Children are fired up by decadent music,

Because the surface of eternity is not in the mind.

Who has seen everything? Who?

Who makes everything? Who?

One day, it waits for your answer.

Why can’t they open their eyes?

Why can’t they breathe deeply?

Why is it always so crowded?

Everything, early on, isn’t as mysterious.

Inside the textbook, there’s beautiful pictures and words,

Symbolizing authority collapsing at the first blow.

Children are fired up by decadent music,

Because the surface of eternity is not in the mind.

Who has seen everything? Who?

Who makes everything? Who?

One day, it waits for your answer.

Inside the textbook, there’s beautiful pictures and words,

Symbolizing authority collapsing at the first blow.

Children are fired up by decadent music,

Because the surface of eternity is not in the mind.

Who has seen everything? Who?

Who makes everything? Who?

One day, it waits for your answer.