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他坐在鎂光燈下 聲音溫柔坦白

說過去犯的錯 說內心早已釋懷

微笑捐了善款 說救贖不算太晚

可誰能告訴我 公道究竟在哪端？

我記得 那扇門被敲響的夜

電話裡 微弱無力的告別

那一天 你奪走我唯一的世界

如今卻笑著說 傷痛早該被忽略

問天啊 為何讓惡人成了榜樣？

說寬恕 是否只看誰更有力量？

這杯酒敬他 說已經悔過

卻沒人問過 那些埋進泥土的傷

問天啊 憑什麼他能被原諒

我的痛 卻成了塵封的舊帳

他的善良 不過是偽裝

用贖罪的戲碼 讓真相被掩藏

他說會沿街施捨 為弱者發聲

說曾經犯的錯 會用愛彌補一生

可那些冰冷墓碑 早已長滿了灰

你捧著鮮花 說自己痛得無比真切

我記得 那張泛黃的照片

記得你手裡 滿是血跡的指尖

你的道歉 換來多少讚美

可我的失去 竟成了被遺忘的細節

問天啊 為何讓惡人成了榜樣？

說寬恕 是否只看誰更有力量？

這杯酒敬他 說已經悔過

卻沒人問過 那些埋進泥土的傷

問天啊 憑什麼他能被原諒

我的痛 卻成了塵封的舊帳

他的善良 不過是偽裝

用贖罪的戲碼 讓真相被掩藏

一張支票 換不回他的心跳

你說的慈悲 是否只為了掌聲響亮？

我站在墳前 問這片荒涼

如果正義也能定價 那又該值多少？

Woah-oh, woah-oh~~Woah-oh~~~

問天啊！！憑什麼他能被原諒？

難道正義 只是權貴的收藏？

那一聲聲道歉 有誰真的放在心上？

還是只為了 讓惡人成了榜樣？

問天啊！！這世界有多荒唐！

用謊言掩埋 真相的重量

他的命啊 早已冰冷無聲地埋葬

卻換來你台上的光芒

Ohh~~hoo~~

問天啊！！這公道究竟值多少？

能否用淚水 洗去罪惡的符號？

我跪在夜色裡 問這片土壤

可沉默的人啊 什麼都沒講

什麼都講不了——

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He sits under the spotlight, voice gentle and candid,

Confessing his past mistakes, saying his heart has long been at peace.

With a smile, he donates to charity, claiming it's never too late for redemption.

But can someone tell me, where does justice truly lie?

I remember that night when the door was knocked.

The faint, powerless goodbye over the phone.

That day, you took away the only world I had,

And now you smile, saying the pain should have been forgotten.

Oh, heaven, why do you let the wicked become role models?

Does forgiveness depend only on who wields more power?

A toast to him, saying he’s repented,

But no one asks about the wounds buried deep in the soil.

Oh, heaven, why is he worthy of forgiveness,

While my pain is left as a forgotten relic?

His so-called kindness is nothing but a disguise,

Using the script of atonement to bury the truth.

He says he'll give alms on the streets, speak for the weak,

Claiming the wrongs he committed will be repaid with a lifetime of love.

But those cold gravestones have long been covered in dust.

You hold flowers, saying your pain feels unbearably real.

I remember that yellowed photograph,

And your blood-stained fingertips.

Your apology earned endless praise,

But my loss became a detail no one remembers.

Oh, heaven, why do you let the wicked become role models?

Does forgiveness depend only on who wields more power?

A toast to him, saying he’s repented,

But no one asks about the wounds buried deep in the soil.

Oh, heaven, why is he worthy of forgiveness,

While my pain is left as a forgotten relic?

His so-called kindness is nothing but a disguise,

Using the script of atonement to bury the truth.

A single check cannot bring his heartbeat back.

The mercy you preach—does it exist only for the applause?

I stand before the grave, questioning this desolation.

If justice has a price, then how much is it worth?

Woah-oh, woah-oh~~ Woah-oh~~~

Oh, heaven!! Why is he worthy of forgiveness?

Is justice merely a trophy for the powerful?

Those repeated apologies—has anyone truly cared?

Or are they just to turn the wicked into role models?

Oh, heaven!! How absurd this world has become!

Burying the weight of truth beneath lies.

His life has long been silently laid to rest,

Yet it earns you the spotlight onstage.

Ohhhoo

Oh, heaven!! What is justice truly worth?

Can tears wash away the mark of guilt?

I kneel in the night, questioning this soil,

But the silent ones—they say nothing at all.

And nothing at all—