Maybe I have long been accustomed to the confusing way of living in the city, tireless but hysterical,
Maybe I have already forgotten the original meaning of my life, and I am wild and uninhibited but drifting with the tide.
Sometimes I will open my hazy eyes from the ecstasy,
I will occasionally calm down and listen to the city's breathing.
Carefully savor the rhythm between you and me,
Then suddenly I wanted to ask myself,
What is the purpose of living? . .