Mushroom - Brian Cheng
词 Lyrics：Brian Cheng
曲 Composer：Brian Cheng
编曲 Arranged By：Brian Cheng
制作人Record Producer：满街
录音师 Recording Engineer：Brian Cheng
混音工程师 Mixing Engineer：魏皓宸
母带工程师 Mastering Engineer：魏皓宸
和音 Backing Vocal：Brian Cheng
封面设计 Cover Designer：
制作统筹 Executive Producer：吕洋
监制 Chief Producer：张驰钧
出品团队 Production Team：焱宜文传
An empty garden way back when
从前曾有个空空的花园
每天曾平淡的开始
Another day would just begin
但有一天它来了
单单一个孢子
But then it came
一朵我从没见过的蘑菇
承受着生活的压力
A single spore
它曾是我的宝藏
一个更好的世界
A mushroom I've never seen before
它带来的世界
深入我的内心
Under pressure
它让我牵挂
胜过了我的最爱
It was my treasure
但有一天
来了一场暴风
A better world
踢开了我的门
让我忘了从前的世界
The one it brings
以为是新的未来
更好的未来
Down to my core
而我扔了
那朵蘑菇
It had me tethered
但每个五月
我遐想着是否有一天能再相见
More than my favorite thing
有一天
花园又空了
But one day
褪色回忆里的朋友
无法把那些画面踢出我的脑海
Came in a storm
过去的片段还留着
可笑的是着感观的变化
Knocked down my door
我曾喜爱下雨天
你知道
Made me forget the world before
bad day曾是我最爱的歌
而现在每天从头到尾都是bad day
Thought it was new
因为我知道
当我放手时
Thought it was more
把你丢下时
把你扔在内心深处的废墟时
And I threw
我是失去了理智
失去了自控
The mushroom away
而我试过
把你丢到一旁
But every may
划清了界线
却等着你什么时候再次越过
I wonder if I'd see it again someday
什么时候
因为你挡住了我的去路
Someday
有的时候
而我把想说的话按在了心底
An empty garden yet again
并不喜欢神话故事
从前的天使和魔鬼
A faded memory of a friend
但我无法解释 你是怎么抽走了我的灵魂
我知道
Can't get the pictures out my brain
没有文字可以弥补
我对你的抛弃
Snapshots of the past that still remain
我们这变成灰尘的回忆
这疼痛的感觉
It's funny how perceptions change
被刀割的感觉
I use to love it when it rains
如果我再看到
这朵蘑菇
You know that
我会试着假装
我不想把它捧在手心
Bad day was my favorite song
But now it's bad day all day long
Cause I know
That when I let go
Dropped you below
Into the graveyard of my soul
I was out of my mind
Out of control
And I tried
To cast you aside
Drawing a line
But wait for you to cross it again sometime
Sometime
Cause you get in my way
Some days
I'm drowning out the things I wanna say
Not a fan of the mythological
Angels demons long ago
But I can't explain the way you took my soul
Now I know
No words are enough
For giving you up
For letting our memories turn to dust
The way that it hurts
The way that it cuts
If I saw
The mushroom again
I'll try to pretend
That I don't wanna hold it in my hand
