写给每一个还在坚持创作的你：

我们都是因为喜欢才开始的。

只是走着走着，开始比较、开始怀疑、开始用结果衡量自己。

如果你也曾觉得累，

也曾怀疑自己是不是走偏了——

没关系。

或许你不是不喜欢了，

只是把“喜欢”背得太重了。

记得偶尔放下来一点。

不是放弃，

只是把它还给那个一开始会笑的自己。

To every creator still holding on:

We all started because we loved it.

Somewhere along the way, we began to compare, to doubt, to measure ourselves by results.

If you’ve felt tired,

if you’ve questioned whether you’ve lost your way—

that’s okay.

Maybe you didn’t lose the love.

Maybe you just carried it too heavily.

Put it down, just for a moment.

Not to give up—

but to give it back to the version of you who once smiled doing it.

歌词/Lyrics

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一开始……

不是这样的

对吧？

At the start…

it wasn’t like this

right?

那时候只是随便写两句

也会笑得很具体

不用谁来定义意义

也没有输赢的问题

Back then I’d write a line or two

and somehow that was enough to smile

no one had to tell me what it meant

there was no wrong or right

时间慢慢给了我能力

也顺便加了标记

别人眼里的“可以”

变成我心里的“必须”

time gave me skill, piece by piece

and quietly labeled me too

what they called “pretty good”

turned into something I had to prove

我开始在意每个回应

开始删掉不够完美的自己

明明只是喜欢而已

却变成一场证明题

I started caring about every reply

cutting off parts that didn’t feel right

it used to just be what I love

now it’s something I have to justify

当喜欢变得太重

我连快乐都要用力才能拥有

When passion gets too heavy

even joy takes effort to hold

明明是我选的梦

怎么走到最后只剩下承受

it was a dream I chose myself

how did it turn into something I endure

越喜欢，越累

越努力，越不像我

the more I love this, the more I’m drained

the harder I try, the less I’m me

我把快乐做成作业

却忘了为什么开始的

I turned what I love into a task

and forgot why I began

我学会更快追上别人脚步

却慢慢跟丢了最初

I learned to keep up with the pace

but slowly lost where I came from

那些不成熟的温度

好像变成了一种错误

all the raw and honest parts of me

now feel like something wrong

花了太多时间修补

一个“更好的我”

I spent so long trying to fix

a “better version” of myself

却没有人告诉

什么时候才算够

but no one ever told me

when it would be enough

我开始害怕停下来

像是会被世界淘汰

I’m scared to slow it down

like I’d be left behind

但如果继续这样走

我是不是早就不在

but if I keep going like this

am I already gone inside

当喜欢变得太重

连呼吸都像在计算节奏

When passion gets too heavy

even breathing feels controlled

明明还在往前走

却越来越不确定为什么

I’m still moving forward

but I don’t know what for

越喜欢，越累

越坚持，越不像我

the more I love it, the more it hurts

the more I push, the less I’m me

我把自己交给结果

却把感受全部没收

I gave myself to the outcome

and took my feelings away

如果一切可以慢一点

不用证明给谁看

If everything could slow down

with no one left to impress

如果没有人鼓掌

我还会不会继续喜欢

if no one clapped for me

would I still love what I love

如果回到那一天

什么都还不算完

if I go back to that day

when nothing was defined

我会不会只是因为快乐

再试一场

would I do it all again

just for the joy this time

当喜欢不再沉重

也许快乐就会自己回头

When passion’s no longer heavy

maybe joy will find its way back

不是放弃那个梦

只是把它还给最初的我

I’m not giving up the dream

just giving it back to who I was

越简单，越真

越安静，越像我

the simpler it feels, the more it’s real

the quieter it is, the more it’s me

如果还能再选择

我想为快乐再做一次

if I had one more chance

I’d do it just for the joy

不用理由的我

no reason needed—just me

原来我不是不喜欢了

只是……

太用力了

Turns out I never lost the passion

I just…

held it too tight