(If Handsomeness Could Feed the World, I’d Feed All of Humanity)

別問我為何寫這首歌😝

清晨第一縷日光　輕輕吻上我的窗臺

我怕它看見我的臉　就忘了自己存在

鏡子說我太招搖　連沉默都像在發光

原來低調並不難　只是這張臉不肯釋懷

鄰家奶奶說我　帥得像是舊時海報

她每回端湯給我　都多舀一勺溫暖微笑

老師勸我戴口罩　別讓全班注意力漂蕩

我心裡偷偷祈禱　別再因外貌風起雲湧

如果帥能夠當飯吃　我願意餵飽整座人海

一抹微笑換你晚餐　一句問候就填滿期待

這天賦不是功勞　卻像命運柔軟的安排

若我的臉能療飢餓　請讓世上多點依賴

如果帥能夠當飯吃　我不怕傾盡所有形象

願把光芒切成麵包　撒在偏遠無聲的地方

也許太過誇張　但誰不曾用夢想點亮

若美好能被分享　那就讓我多麽瘋狂

深夜捷運車廂　反射我疲倦的神采

口罩遮住半張臉　仍有人說像海上燈牌

我悄悄藏起淺笑　怕打擾遠方的孤單

原來光芒有重量　有時也會讓人心酸

有個女孩對我說　你像星星墜落人間

可我只是想陪她　去便利店挑熱咖啡

若外貌真能兌換　我願換她永遠放心安

其實我最想證明　帥背後也有柔軟靈魂

也曾偷偷羨慕　那些路人無名的平凡

不用怕一個轉身　就聽見讚嘆如潮漫

可若這份禮物　真能照亮誰的黑暗

那我願收好驕傲　讓溫柔循著臉龐擴散

如果帥能夠當飯吃　我願意餵飽整座人海

讓每張餐桌的缺口　都因一抹笑容填滿

不必簽名也不必道謝　只要有人仍期盼

我就繼續把光　化成麵包送到彼端

如果帥能夠當飯吃　就把我當一座糧倉

風雨裡我仍閃耀　像守夜人點亮遠方

當你抬頭看見　那微光還在眨眼發燙

請記得你也閃亮　別讓自己餓得失望

「今晚又餵飽了幾個靈魂呢？願你也被好好照亮。」

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The first light of dawn gently kisses my windowsill.

I fear if it sees my face, it might forget to shine still.

The mirror says I stand out too loud—

Even silence makes me glow in a crowd.

Staying humble shouldn't be hard,

But this face refuses to let down its guard.

The old lady next door says I look like a vintage movie star,

Each time she brings me soup, she adds a spoonful of warmth from afar.

My teacher asked me to wear a mask,

So the class wouldn’t let their focus unmask.

In secret, I quietly prayed inside—

That my looks wouldn’t cause another beauty tide.

If handsomeness could be served as a meal,

I’d feed the world with every smile I feel.

A grin could be your dinner tonight,

A “hello” might fill you with delight.

This gift wasn’t earned, it’s not a prize—

More like fate’s gentle, shimmering disguise.

If my face could cure someone’s hunger and strife,

Please, let it be a source of hope and life.

If handsomeness could be served as a meal,

I’d give up every image, every appeal.

I’d slice my shine into pieces of bread,

Scatter it where no hopeful voice is heard or said.

Maybe it sounds overly grand,

But don’t we all dream with an open hand?

If beauty can be shared like flame,

Then let me be wild, without shame.

Late-night subway rides show my tired glow in glass.

Half my face masked, but some still say I shine like a lighthouse as I pass.

I hide my half-smile with care,

Afraid to disturb someone's quiet despair.

Turns out, light has weight too—

It can ache in ways no one knew.

A girl once said I looked like a fallen star from the skies.

But I just wanted to walk her to grab hot coffee nearby.

If looks could really be exchanged or sold,

I’d trade mine for her peace to hold.

Because what I truly want to make known—

Is that behind this face lives a soul of its own.

Sometimes I envy the quietly plain,

Who walk unseen, free from echo or fame.

They don’t fear turning around and hearing praise

Cascading toward them like waves.

But if this gift could light someone’s night,

I’d pocket my pride and share my light.

If handsomeness could be served as a meal,

I’d feed the world, let no one miss a meal.

Let every empty table spot be filled

With just one smile, warm and real.

No need for credit, no need for praise—

As long as someone awaits brighter days.

Then I’ll keep turning light into bread,

And send it to every soul ahead.

If handsomeness could be served as a meal,

Then let me be a granary that never kneels.

Through storm and rain, I’ll still shine bright,

A watchman holding up hope through the night.

And when you lift your gaze to find that gleam,

Still blinking softly like a shared dream—

Remember you shine just as strong,

Don’t starve your hope, hold on.

"How many souls did I feed tonight? I hope you, too, are well-lit inside."