She's crossed the river of insanity
She's been unable, on Beijing’s streets, to find the exit
She's seen the blue become submerged
Then she begins to fondly recall
"Using me behind the fence," she says
"Don't tell the people, brushing past here,
about the woman holding flowers.
Please do not tell them."
I've already forgotten everything that's happened
I've already forgotten everything that's happened
I live in a world without truth
I've already forgotten everything that's happened
I've already forgotten everything that's happened
That which is miraculous couldn't be more miraculous
That which is dead couldn't be more dead
She's hidden herself behind the flowers
She's coldly rejected
going along with the angry, drowning crowds
She's finally rejected herself
I've already forgotten everything that's happened
I've already forgotten everything that's happened
That which is miraculous couldn't be more miraculous
That which is dead couldn't be more dead