People Who Want to be Happy 楊丞琳 (Rainie Yang)



Grey clouds of the heart
Secrets in the corners of the eyes
Before these emotions could catch flame
They were extinguished by gossip
I turn around,
Back into loneliness.


In the thicket of life
It is a game of strength and endurance.
During the day, all courage is depleted
By the night, there is no balance
And you understand not where you went wrong…

學著戒掉悲觀 負我的都不恨
讓心靈完整 美麗動人

I am merely someone who wishes deeply
to be happy.
Why do I fail to reach the path that leads to my happiness?
I am trying to not be pessimistic,
And never loathing.
I want my heart to be fulfilled,
So it may touch others
But I remain alone.

會和我爭論 愛卻不磨損

In loneliness, I am someone who deeply wishes to be happy
Waiting for a single heart to accept my sincerity
Who understands that, in the sweetness of love
There lies a large portion of effort and work.
Someone who is willing to discuss this,
Love does not fracture-
I almost don’t believe in it…

我相信 當一個很想幸福的人
我不怕去付出 也肯承擔責任
溫暖的誠懇 溫柔的迷人
誰是那個人 能讓我沸騰

I believe that being someone who deeply wishes to be happy
Means also to be someone who can make others happy.
I am not afraid to sacrifice, nor unwilling to take responsibility.
I will be warm and sincere. Tender and charming.
Who is that person?
Who can make the butterflies inside me, flutter?

Someone who wants to be happy.

MANDO POP TRANSLATION: 失憶的金魚 Goldfish of Lost Memories by Rainie Yang

Hey you guys! I’m starting a new series of posts which are translated lyrics of Mandarin pop lyrics (which can be hilarious in English). I hope you guys give them a read! These are the lyrics according to the music video, so if you watch them side by side, you can get everything she saids. It’s a super dramatic one you guys ^_^

失憶的金魚 Goldfish of Lost Memories by Rainie Yang



How to cure a broken heart? Hmm..Talk to friends…go out to karaoke all night…or purposely find a rainy day to explore.

Should I simply or cry? 

Perhaps just getting really fucking drunk. 

And even then? What if it’s still not okay?

Would escape be an easier path?

我的簡訊 在你手機裡面哭
你不碰 它孤獨
我像一隻金魚 你看不到淚珠
只有那盆水 才清楚

My text message lies crying inside your phone
You don’t touch it- it feels lonely.
I am like a goldfish,
You can’t see these teardrops
Only the water in the bowl is clear.

這一哭 誰一鬧 那一痛 誰一抱
那晚摔碎的魚缸 陪我們睡不著
剩你我兩隻魚 怎麼都捱不到

There is crying-
Who started the argument?
A pang of pain,
We hold each other-
That night, the broken fishbowl accompanied us in insomnia
Just you and me, two goldfish,
who cannot escape the suffering
that comes from lost and estranged embraces

我就這樣好不好 記住你撐到七秒
你就不要急切的 趕走我撥起秒錶
我們就說好 我也盡力會做到

I shall just be like this-
Unable to remember you after 7 seconds
So do not be in a hurry to reset my stopwatch
I shall just be like this-
I will work hard to achieve it…
Let’s make a pinky promise to stay in touch
But keep distant.

我就這樣好不好 趁最後再愛七秒
不管給我就算是 陌生的一個心跳
當我們說好 發現真的很難做到
有感情 誰都賴不掉 賴不掉

I shall just be like this-
Rushing to love you for another 7 seconds
Even if you should give me them
They will be heartbeats for a stranger.
At the time, we had agreed this
Yet discovered the difficulty-
Still, there is passion,
which is inevitably here to stay.

What is there to worry about me? Haven’t I always been looked after well? 
What…I’ve gotten thinner? 
How is that possible? 
We’re always eating midnight snacks together! 
You said that if goldfish leave the surface of the water,
They have difficulty breathing…
[breathes heavily]
I think I’m okay…

I just to want try hard and remember everything…
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 –

Just pretend tahat the love is still there.
That you didnt leave.
I’ll pretend that I’m still…just fine.

Just fine.


“Goldfish only have a memory of 7 seconds! How lucky!” 

對不起(dui bu qi) I am sorry…

near the height of her age
her hands are empty
where her children used to braid themselves
into her palms

used to point and ask questions,
passing down eternal wisdom
that makes the cultural quirks of
an identity

now they’re occupied with smartphones
and they’re never really listening
she cannot participate in everyday conversation
riddled with language barriers-
the terms of a new generation
that’s ashamed of the former

that refuses to explain itself
to those who older

she is unable to handle an iPhone
even though
she really wants to understand.

instead she is met
with rolling eyes and scoffs
everyone wants full fledged facts now-

can this heritage be verified?

she just wants to,
once again,
hold their hands
to let them guide
like she did before.

they never did realise
nor ever remember
their only source of knowledge
before Google was accessible

she merely wanted
to be together,
simply and calmly
like when they used to watch the rain

doing 1000 piece jigsaw puzzles
enjoying the silence in every gap
finding mini victories
in every bond and connection

persistently asking
what to cook for breakfast, lunch and dinner
simply and calmly
to feel needed by someone again.

no follow up questions
no tweets or followers
the only attention that was needed
was from her;
all her.

now she barely see her children…
only as a notification on messenger.

she expected more
when they said
“all the time”

she did not expect to be
left behind.

Less Than, More Than

Less than a lover,
More than a friend
Less than a habit
Than something to trend

Less than a base
More than an attraction
Less than a lover,
But not a distraction.

This seems not a cycle
That will ever end.
A circular pattern
That refuses to bend.

Either you try to commit
Or you have to confess
There’s naught but attention
At you I direct

Or that you have feelings
Of them you are scared
It’s less than enough
To help truth ascend.

Your heart is too weak
Reason much too strong
It tells you it’s wrong
It tells you you’re wrong.

In something less than time
You might have regrets
More than sadness you’ll feel
Because I’ve gone and went.

I know that you love me
Not the way I would want
But you’ll know that I loved you
All memories taunt

And I’ll grow to hate you
Less than an enemy
You’ll start to miss me
A bit more than I’d think

Maybe this way’s better.
You’re not ready for love.
In time it’ll come,
By that time I’ll be gone.


While you watch at home
Your favourite actors killed
Able to see the other movies
Where they have died on-screen

Forgetting these scenes
Are based on a reality
That is happening right in the comfort of your own home town

Where you may brush away hyperbolic situations
As something that only happens “in fiction”
Scrolling down the IMDB page
Of a face that was once pale
Resting on a gurney

Where the actual faces of the morgue
Are never seen, really.

While you watch at home
All these horrific crime cases
Emotionally stirred for a moment,
Than back to browsing online for giggles

Then off to bed,
Since you have an early shift tomorrow
And you lie in bed,
Wondering why you can’t sleep.


Imagine when
Coming out
For us
Finally meant
Going out to dance

Imagine when
Family and friends
Finally accepted us
For who we are

Imagine when
We reached a frustration
Too fierce to hold back anymore
We broke down the steel closet door
Any anyone who kept us in
With pride
And compassion
And it was enough.

Fighting to be simply
Who we were born
Coming out with my brothers and sisters
That I handpicked myself
Ready to dance the night away…

Imagine when
I saw them coming out
With gunshot wounds
And bloodstained clothes

Imagine when
I saw the person
Responsible for this monstrosity

49 dead
As many as the members of family I have
All over the world

49 dead.
3 classrooms worth
The amount at a local charity concert
Mourned universally
Because love transcends all kinds of boundaries
Except those of stubborn, ignorant, and hostile borders.

Because hate equates to pain in the end.
It’s always sorrow in the end.

Imagine when
Coming out in a club
Wasn’t such a hard thing to do before
But the fear is there once more,
And I’m terrified of what’s in store.

Thoughts from a Meal Deal

While I sit in my flat
Eating a sandwich I bought-
Falafel and hummus,
A meal deal from Tesco
With a fizzy drink
And a chocolate bar
Savouring an unsatisfying completeness
of a set of food items

I think about all the homeless people I’ve crossed
Who beg on the street for scraps and spare change
Turning grateful that I was born into a stage of life
Where this is where mediocrity has been established.

I’ve only had to work in places
Where my lack of experience and quirky appearance
Don’t subtract from my worth or value –
These aren’t tasks that are too hard to do,
So they find anyone that is “decent” enough to…

I think about all those people who need jobs
Where would-be tattoos and piercings are exchanged for a suit and tie
Turning grateful for what I do not have to submit
To the same kind of employment (just yet).

While I hear of stories of financial struggle
That are worse off than that of my own private affairs
There is a desperate longing to gift my excess
So that these situations may have more of a prerequisite…

Still never compromising their beliefs
Tirelessly straining with effort and strength
Worrying about these extra components
That I take for granted every day

I live with this guilt everyday
Wishing people would accept a donation on my part
For I was born into a life that is not
Prefixed with such hardship and manual exhaustion.

Youth of my age who cannot simply gift their loved ones
Presents to show their gratitude
For they themselves are unable to show
Such luxury for their own indulgence either.

I could be eating a meal deal from Marks and Spencer
And it would have the same impact
But the difference between that and some shitty Tesco packet
Is actually monumental for some.

There are so many movements to dedicate yourself to
Yet the ones I choose tend to be personal
Yet friends and lovers refuse to accept it
No matter how much you might want to give

It breaks my heart to hear their desires
Unrealised for lack of funds
Especially since they deserve to treat themselves
Or those that have helped them along the way

I live with this guilt everyday
(Snacking on almost mediocrity)
Probing ways to really change
The stagnant state of things

Making up for it in kind gestures
Or writing for external awareness.
It is a result of the constant lecture
Inside my head
That lights a fire
And leads a thought train
Tries to keep in mind
I must never forget
My privilege.