#and then 发觉自己是幻影 comes like a knife for your SOUL

[fwoopersongs]

Reminds me of this particular cover of the song 想着你的感觉 (how it feels to miss you): 

每一次我走近 Every time I approach, 总是那么悄悄地 it's always so secretly, 不敢使你讶异 not daring to surprise you 让你发觉自己是幻影 lest you discover that you are a figment.

每一次我唤你 Every time I call out to you. 总是那么细细地 it's always so delicately, 不让寂寞听到 not allowing Loneliness to overhear, 嘲笑我用温柔的声音 and mock me for my voice's gentleness.

一个一个想你的日子 Each and every one of the days I've thought of you 砌成一栋孤单的房子 has been laid into a house that stands alone. 我在上楼下楼开门关门 I go upstairs and down, close and open doors, 翻著抽屉寻着你名字 scour through drawers in search of your name.

一个一个想你的日子 Each and every day I've thought of you 从你回眸而去那天开始 beginning from that day you looked back and left; 我的日记写成诗 the records of my days are poems, 诗的背后寻着你名字 between the lines of poetry, a search for your name.

想着你的感觉 Thinking of you feels like 有如雨的缠绵 the lingering of rain, 淋湿我的岁月 its dampness has seeped into my days, 而我却依然不知不觉 yet I still do not notice that it is there.

想着你的感觉 Thinking of you feels like 有如风的缱绻 the breeze, unabating, 吹乱我的日夜 blowing my nights and days into disarray, 吹也吹不走你的容颜 it blows, it blows, but your face - it cannot blow away.

一个一个想你的日子 Each and every one of the days I've thought of you 砌成一栋孤单的房子 has been laid into a house that stands alone. 我在上楼下楼开门关门 I go upstairs and down, close and open doors, 翻著抽屉寻着你名字 scour through drawers in search of your name.

一个一个想你的日子 Each and every day I've thought of you 从你回眸而去那天开始 beginning from that day you looked back and left; 我的日记写成诗 the records of my days are poems, 诗的背后寻着你名字 between the lines of poetry, a search for your name.

想着你的感觉 Thinking of you feels like 有如雨的缠绵 the lingering of rain, 淋湿我的岁月 its dampness has seeped into my days, 而我却依然不知不觉 yet I still do not notice that it is there.

想着你的感觉 Thinking of you feels like 有如风的缱绻 the breeze, unabating, 吹乱我的日夜 blowing my nights and days into disarray, 吹也吹不走你的容颜 it blows, it blows, but your face - it cannot blow away.

想着你的感觉 Thinking of you feels like 有如雨的缠绵 the lingering of rain, 淋湿我的岁月 its dampness has seeped into my days, 而我却依然不知不觉 yet I still do not notice that it is there.

想着你的感觉 Thinking of you feels like 有如风的缱绻 the breeze, unabating, 吹乱我的日夜 blowing my nights and days into disarray, 吹也吹不走你的容颜 it blows, it blows, but your face - it cannot blow away.

[looks for you in everything] [finds you there]