作词 : Cassidy卡塞蒂
The edge 边缘
真实故事改编
I have a dream that nobody would push me around and round
I have a dream that nobody would call me a hell of a dorky clown
I have a dream that dignity isn’t something lost and never found
But I am living a life that’s barely a life and greatly torn down
My name is Baiyang, short and lame with glasses
Pardon me I can’t see clearly the chalks flying at me
my father picks up garbage, provide for the family
They call me Rubbish What can I do but take it meekly
I sit beside a little boy who named himself Jonny Zen
A Sweet innocent boy who can barely count to the number ten
Zen puts extra lunch in his bag when he’s leaving
Then secretly he put some in mine first thing in the morning
more than often When I jestingly question him about it, he would feign surprise and says he knew nothing about it
Little children as we were, we can’t help but talk about the future
I wish to grow up fast and stop being little children
That way I can be somebody ,of some importance,
share and unburden the heavy workload of my parents
I’ll work my way up to the mountain top and none, no one would dare to call me dirty stinky immigrant
Zen gave me a birthday present wrapped up in a piece of old paper
When I tear it open, it is the story of Cinderella
I don’t believe in fairy tales at all because real life was not what the book would tell at all
I have a dream that nobody would push me around
I have a dream that nobody would call me a dorky clown
I have a dream that dignity isn’t something lost and never found
But I am living a life that’s barely a life and greatly torn down
Now five and half years has passed since the first day we met
Tick tock the clock goes it seems my trouble would never end
We’ve grown stranger when Time waved her magic fingers
Zen becomes one of those gets in trouble every now and then
When I try to approach him, what I get is the Cold- shoulder
A condescending look which says please get back to your corner
One day he even faked a mark in my Walkman
Then he stole it and told others It was in his own possession
Technically he didn’t touch me, but I only wanna run away
Argument heats up and fast, he chases me and I fall to the bottom
I hit my month on the curve and a chip broke off from my incisor
He got a month detention and pay for the repairment
I know he was sorry inside but he has too much pride
We broke off hence and life took away my only companion
I guess I’m the odd existence you either hate it or hate it
No,I don’t believe there is any way around it
Now I’m dribbling all this down and hope one day he could hear it
While I cling to the edge of the thirteen-story building
Life is less than nothing and I ‘ll soon be forgotten
Those who ‘ve done me wrong I want to say you are forgiven