開到荼蘼 (Bloomed)

每隻螞蟻 都有眼睛鼻子 牠美不美麗 
偏差有沒有一毫釐 有何關係
每一個人 傷心了就哭泣 餓了就要吃
相差大不過天地 有何刺激

有太多太多魔力 太少道理
太多太多遊戲 只是為了好奇
還有甚麼值得 歇斯底里
對甚麼東西 死心塌地

一個一個偶像 都不外如此
沉迷過的偶像 一個個消失
誰曾傷天害理 誰又是上帝
我們在等待 甚麼奇蹟

最後剩下自己 捨不得挑剔
最後對著自己 也不大看得起
誰給我全世界 我都會懷疑
心花怒放 卻開到荼蘼

 一個一個一個人 誰比誰美麗
 一個一個一個人 誰比誰甜蜜
 一個一個一個人 誰比誰容易
 又有甚麼了不起

每隻螞蟻 和誰擦身而過
都那麼整齊 有何關係
每一個人 碰見所愛的人 卻心有餘悸

every ant, has eyes and nose; are they beautiful?
the differences are less than an iota; does it matter?
every person, cries when hurt, eats when hungry.
the difference lies between heaven'n'earth; is it thrilling?

too much infatuation, too little logic
too many games, only for curiosity
what else are there, is hysteria a worthwhile cause?
and to what things, devotion?

all the idols; they are just so
idols in fads, one by one fades away
who did evil; and who is god?
Which miracle, are we waiting for?

at the end there's oneself, not too finicky
at the end facing oneself, with little esteem
who gives me the world, and i'll have to doubt
bursting into exuberance: but spring flowers have bloomed

 each one and every one; who's more beautiful
 each one and every one; who's more charming
 each one and every one; who's more easy
 so what's there to admire?

Every ant, has passing relations
and they are that orderly; what gives?
every person, when finding ones they love; but become uneasy