I am lost in that city's inter-region
Alien are those newly smelted road names and buildings
They were born just now
Lime plaster and blood membranes cover their skins

Alien are those complex pulsating underground arteries
Watchmen in yellow raincoats
Eternal strange variations
I can't even tell a freshwater sea
From a glass of sad tequila

I pass through Fongshan—Zuoying—Lingya
Through half a lifetime's hunger, sickness, old age, glory, beauty
Rejuvenated magicians roam hither and thither
They occupy the streets happily
Asking me to move along
You shouldn't turn back unless you have to

"Walk straight for 500 meters at the next traffic light
You will step onto a long road of happiness
Along with hundreds of tons of small diamonds haze that imagines the future..."
Turn left if you seek victory; turn right if you seek virtue
I stop and wait
Turn and head upward
Giving way to the weak and lonely　
Kind passersby, how will you
Forgive me for squandering my youth away?

Each time I moved to another city
It was always summer
It was always raining
I can never tuck away those meandering lanes and halls
I look up at the floors above out of the corner of my eyes
Reset network positioning, delivery address
Do the one-person stretching of household cleaning
Physical dews are in that city's morning markets
Each drop is hot and lively

I get lost each morning awakened in a strange land
Has it been this far since the last destination?
So distant like this city's never-ending spring
Like the endless dream of the eternal night under your eyes