Song & Lyrics: Jay Chou Director: A-Do

you listen to dad’s words that I’m nothing

the flowers that I give to you don’t deserve to be in your vase

the further I am from you the better

best not to be together

but I listen to what mom says, don’t give up so easily

if I still like you, i should win you back, please I beg you one more time

do you want me to be a bad son?

this is an excuse you know that right?

you say who says I say I don’t love you anymore

nonsense, rubbish, I’m used to it

that smoke and alcohol, I’ve given them up

proof of how much I care about you

just by the previous sentence, I think you know

I'm really not good at communicating

look at you, laughing now aren’t you

you told me to forget it

one person’s love is very simple

why does two people’s love become so hard

I’ve had enough of my love being more than yours

and enough of your love being silent for so long

too many promises, more or less may be wrong

you’d rather be sad than have a result

I’ve had enough of my love being more than yours

better return to the freedom in the past

we agree to let go, who first?

there’s no right or wrong

flowers that bloom must wilt in the end anyway

you say who says I say I don’t love you anymore

nonsense, rubbish, I’m used to it

that smoke and alcohol, I’ve given them up

proof of how much I care about you

one person’s love is very simple

why does two people’s love become so hard

you listen to dad’s words that I’m nothing

the flowers that I give to you don’t deserve to be in your vase

the further I am from you the better

best not to be together

but I listen to what mom says, don’t give up so easily

if I still like you, I should win you back, please I beg you one more time

do you want me to be a bad son?

this is an excuse you know that right?

I’ve had enough of my love being more than yours

and enough of your love being silent for so long

too many promises,more or less may be wrong

you’d rather be sad than have a result

I’ve had enough of my love being more than yours

better return to the freedom in the past

we agree to let go, who first?

there’s no right or wrong

flowers that bloom must wilt in the end anyway

do you want me to be a bad son?

this is an excuse you know that right?