THIS SPACE

I can't open the sky
I can't get into the earth
Freedom isn't just a prison
You can't leave me
I can't leave you either
Neither of us really knows if it's love or lie

Money is only money
Profit is only profit
You and I aren't just slaves
You do everything for me
I do everything for you too
We aren't just a couple of dried shrimp

This space
Offers nothing new
Just like my love for you offers no mystery
I've looked at you
And never really seen you
But after repeated encounters I finally recognize the infinite emptiness
Just like this space

What I've thought I've never spoken
What I've spoken I've never done either
What makes me happy is just playing guitar and singing for you
Don't cry for a bit
And then laugh for a bit
You knew what I was from the very beginning

The sky is a wok
Surrounded by the desert
You are a dry well
But the deeper the more beautiful
This fire in my breast
This sweat on my body
Is the real sun
Is the real spring water

This space
Offers nothing new
Just like my love for you offers no mystery
I've looked at you
And never seen the real you
But after repeated encounters I finally recognize the infinite emptiness
Just like this space


music and lyrics: Cui Jian
translation: kemaxiu

Cui Jian: vocals, guitar
Amari Kyosuke: lead guitar
Liu Junli: bass
Ma He: drums
Liu Xiaosong: percussion
Wang Yong: keyboards