Idle

I have lit the cigarette before
I have tried hard to the ignite it again
My mobile phone rings until
The power cuts off that I'm not even aware of it
I've worn the winter clothes
For five days I'll still continue to wear them
The electric bulb burns out
But I'm aware of meeting with you

Love to here
To discover the truth
When I'm searching for happiness
If I can't help it
I'll get an overdose of pleasure
Even the lingering is
Served up
A hundredfold

Idle to the point that
I gaze without a focal point
Idle to the point that it's like
I don't know the good show has already ended
And I'm guarding an empty cinema with my life

Idle to the point that
Living is like going through the motions
Idle to the point that it's like
Seven days, seven nights without sleep
And listening to one song for nearly 600 times
(To have eye bags all my life)

The boiled water has dried up
That gas oven continues to burn
The gold fish has died
I still run out of fish food fast
The unit is emptied
But I'm being surrounded by that illusion
I've broken down and
There seems to be a smile on the face but it's not a smile

Thinking of you
I treat being idle as a pastime
Idle to the point that it's like
I don't to know the good show has already ended
And I'm guarding an empty cinema with my life

I forget that you have
Already left seventeen days ago
Idle to the point that it's like
I have been without sleep for my whole life
Yet Heaven is bent on refusing to receive me