Expose human frailty（戏谑的歌）

有效地躲开监察和制度，是不是一种玩笑

对你对我，对两条腿的万物之灵，真的是一种玩笑

地球出品，切勿执着

Expose human frailty

Writing bright, though, is the norm

Hiding out in the dark leaves only more depression

Who says I didn't have the courage to face myself

I'm only afraid the world won't listen

The fact is so, and there is no excuse

Go away, follow the beat of the flesh

Desire often attacks this body and binds me to no freedom

In the sleep of the night, in the unspeakable dream

There are flashes of the real self, no inhibitions

Take a shower, wash the darkness, be more realistic

Bleach the dirt on the money

I'm not pursuing these secrets. They exist

Under a management model, in the inevitable operation of the group

A wood that is fair to a wood the wind shall destroy

A man lives in dust, and the world is hard to grind him

Keep your voice down. You mustn't shout because it's too close

Don't hold your tongue. You can't have a different voice, because that would make people unhappy

Don't support, don't oppose, you'll lose the other half, and you'll be blamed for nothing

You can't delve deeply into the secrets of love and hormones, let alone reveal them

It's all uncivilized behavior. Civility makes you have to smile, nod, and smile

The rules are the rules and you run your body steadily

Volcanic eruptions are not allowed, tsunami earthquakes are not allowed

Only for SINS, even though their presence is authorized by earth's supreme authority

It's not allowed, because it can't be liked by humans

You have to be careful with the keyboard. The struggle at the bottom is often not very polite

Cursing and resentment are frequent, but the truth remains

Because they are oppressed, commanded, regulated

Resources are seized, and production is exploited

Being squeezed out of space, being told what to do

It really makes life uncomfortable

Command, stay away, just full of darkness

Embarrassing and painful

Above the earth, where are the new things

I've been tired for countless years, but still every year

Fewer and fewer swallows have stopped coming home

Home is getting colder and colder, freezing the joyful enthusiasm

Who is to blame, the captive of the material world