Having a stroll aimlessly on the road alone, I look for nothing.
Wandering listlessly with the woeful puff of air.
Even the odor of freshly baked pastries spreads all over,
Lonely is still the way I feel.

不為甚麼去尋找，只在路上撒和撒和一下；是獨自、漫無目的。
膩得慌，唯跟著獃悶的鬱氣蹓躂…
就是鮮烘包子的香薰四溢，
我仍是寂寂孤孤的。

Rain running on my face hides the tears, I cry for nothing.
Dust floating with lust of despair in the atmosphere.
Even cheering ribbons hung highly on the neon light,
Lonely is still the way I feel.

不為甚麼而淌的淚，幸好被臉上滾滾的雨水掩飾了。
心隨失落的氣氛，處處也柒著灰塵…
就是看見霓虹燈上懸起的繽紛彩緞，
我仍是孤孤寂寂的。

I must, I would burst through the gloom! Cheer up!
Happy Lunar New Year!

我必須、亦必會從黯黯中迸出來，振作﹗
新春總要快樂啊﹗

Written by Fete-Sebewe in 2 nights before Year of Goat
惜筆於羊年前兩夜

(惜 030130)