Antibody of Love – Hsu, Hui hsin

I don’t know what day today is.  It is a day of bad weather.

One year and a day passed by, I suddenly think of you again.

leafing the novels, playing the piano

and then replying several Emails

I am taking the MRT*, as if low-flying in the sky

Flying across the city, regardless of the destination

all those things happened between you and me, are like the vapor running away

I’ll be leaving you, for no special reasons

Love is sometimes like a joke played on me

I want myself learn to forget, with the antibody of loneliness

I am taking the MRT*, as if low-flying in the sky

Flying across the city, regardless of the destination

all those things happened between you and me, are like the vapor running away

I’ll be leaving you, for no special reasons

Love is sometimes like a joke played on me

I want myself learn to forget, with the antibody of loneliness

I will adjust my breathing, I will muster up my courage

Love is beautiful, but also merciless

I have learnt how to get rid of the memories as if I was walking through the labyrinth

*MRT= Taipei Mass Rapid Transportation. Like the subway or densha.