[Verse 1]
世道艱難 走一步就喘
人心不古 冷眼看你跌跤在彎彎小巷
沒有互助 只會精算利與害
有人落井 旁人忙著加石頭砸爛安排


[Chorus]
世道艱難 還要不要善良?
看見人倒下 去拉還是去欣賞
你說人心變了 變得比刀還涼
掏空了溫度 只剩皮囊逞強

[Verse 2]
體制漏規 像舊牆裂縫一路蔓延
人性能變 看得太多也開始無感
善惡分明 只存在課本那幾頁
共生共業 在街角排隊的人都一樣疲倦

報恩報怨 都說有天道在算
有人扮演上帝 拿著審判的鑰匙在轉
樂極生悲 是戲裡說爛的橋段
現實裡的笑聲 卻蓋過誰的哭喊

佳節佳過 煙火開在螢幕前
互相扶持 只停留在貼文留言
不如動物 有時還懂得同伴危難
有如畜牲的人 踩著別人做自己的台階

[Chorus]
世道艱難 你還相信什麼光?
在灰色的早晨 把良知穿上
就算被笑天真 像在唱舊戲一樣
至少我還敢說 不願活成他們模樣

[Bridge]
如果這世界 早已學會裝盲
我願意多事一點 去承擔那道眼光
你問值不值得 值不值這樣逞強
我只怕有一天 連自己也不敢照鏡想

[end]
國家貪腐 口袋鼓到線都崩開
無心改變 只換標語不換舞台
民生痛苦 排隊等天亮發白
有幸富足的人 把窗簾拉緊說與我無關
希望濟弱，扶傾，不是空話
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[Verse 1] The world is tough, every step leaves you breathless.
Human hearts are no longer what they used to be; they coldly watch you stumble in the winding alley.
There's no mutual help, only calculations of profit and loss.
Someone falls into a well, and bystanders are busy adding stones to smash it.

[Chorus] The world is tough, do we still need kindness?
When you see someone fall, do you help them up or just watch?
You say people's hearts have changed, become colder than knives.
Emptyed of warmth, only a shell remains to pretend to be strong.

[Verse 2] Systemic loopholes spread like cracks in an old wall.
Human nature changes; seeing too much makes us indifferent.
Clear distinction between good and evil only exists on a few pages of textbooks. Symbiosis and shared karma; those queuing on street corners are all equally weary.

Repaying kindness and settling scores, they say Heaven is calculating.
Some play God, turning the keys of judgment. Joy turning to sorrow is a tired trope in plays.
The laughter in reality drowns out anyone's cries.

Festivals pass, fireworks light up the screen.
Mutual support only remains in posts and comments. Worse than animals. Sometimes they even understand the plight of their companions.

Like animals, they step on others to make their own way.

[Chorus] The world is hard; what light do you still believe in?

In the gray morning, I put on my conscience.

Even if I'm laughed at for being naive, like rehashing an old play,

at least I dare to say I don't want to live like them.

[Bridge]
If this world has already learned to feign blindness,

I'm willing to do more to bear that gaze.

You ask if it's worth it, if it's worth this stubbornness.

I'm afraid that one day, I won't even dare to look in the mirror and think about myself.

[end]
The country is corrupt; pockets are bulging so much they're about to burst.

No intention to change; only slogans are changed, not the stage.

The people suffer, queuing until dawn.

The fortunate and wealthy draw their curtains tight, saying it's none of their business.

Hope to help the weak and support the fallen is not just empty talk.