失去是一种伤痛的泪，失去是一种遗憾的美.

失去是一种残酷的冷，失去还是种折磨的累。

人来人往的脚步，熙熙攘攘的吵杂，不远处，无声的你哭泣。

你问，是谁 揪起你心底层的痛楚（I DON’T KNOW）

          是谁打落你希望的快乐（I DON’T KNOW）

          是谁折断你恋爱的翅膀（I DON’T KNOW）

是谁？是谁？！是谁！是谁……

不能呼吸，快要窒息，让我停息，我要空气。  

Losing is a kind of painful tears, losing is a kind of regretful beauty,
losing is a kind of cruel coldness, and losing is a kind of suffering
weariness as well.  

People are coming and going everywhere, I see those footsteps, and I hear
the noisy crowd, it is just over there, not far away, silent you are
weeping.

You wonder, who drags the extreme pain from the bottom of your heart? I
don't know.

Who ruins the happiness that you want? I don’t know.

Who breaks off the wings of your love? I don't know.

Who is it? Who is it?! Who is it…..

Cannot breathe, almost suffocate, give me a break, I need air.

（2002年6月15号凌晨2点lilyma写于北京钱柜卡拉OK大堂的手稿）