This is a surreal spiral into the self—a dreamlike monologue from someone who no longer believes in logic or clarity. The narrator walks unseen streets, speaks to mirrors, and drinks from a well of dreams. People turn into birds, memories become blades, and even his shadow disappears. He doesn't fight madness; he dances with it, laughing as he builds illusions to shelter himself. He questions whether being "right" even matters if it costs one’s soul. In a world where nothing is certain, he chooses delusion over despair, beauty over sense, and poetry over reason. Even in error—he wants to be gloriously wrong.

疯疯疯…哭…妄妄妄…想…

疯疯疯…

我看见我不是我　我听见我忘了我

天在反转　心在盘旋

一朵火　开在夜的影子里

我走　走　走在看不见的街

回头　回头　所有人都不是人

不是梦　不是真　不是你　也不是神

是风吹我眼皮　是火焚我影子

是我对着镜子说——

“你还活着吗？”

花呀开　开了又谢

谢了又飞　飞不回

我说我想　想就想

想不透　想不完

想…想…想——

一口氣活出三千個夢

不问世　不问尘

我醉我在我城门

梦不醒　梦不死

我想我不该出生

疯疯疯　妄妄妄

山河都烧给我当床

笑笑笑　藏藏藏

我用幻觉盖一座桃花庄

谁在说话？谁在笑？

我在耳边听见鸟

不是鸟，是魂，是你变成草

不是你，是我心底埋的刀

我种一口井　喝梦里之酒

醉后才发现我连影子都偷走

剑也飞　心也碎

我非神仙　不归谁

一念起　千魂绕

我坐雾中　等自己老

不问世　不问尘

我醉我在我城门

梦不醒　梦不死

我想我不该出生

疯疯疯　妄妄妄

山河都烧给我当床

笑笑笑　藏藏藏

我用幻觉盖一座桃花庄

想想想　疯疯疯

再活一遍也不能懂

谁说清醒算得准？

我偏要往妄中冲

想想想　藏藏藏

把全世界藏进我梦

若真真假假无所谓

那我就是错　也错得动听！

疯疯疯…妄妄妄…想想想…

我看见我不是我　我听见我忘了我

想想想　疯疯疯　再活一遍也不能懂

疯疯疯…妄妄妄…

English Translation:

Mad, mad, mad... Cry... Delude, delude, delude... Think...

Mad, mad, mad...

I saw that I was not me. I heard myself forget me.

The sky spins in reverse, my heart swirls in circles,

A fire blossoms in the shadow of night.

I walk, walk, walk on invisible streets

Looking back, everyone isn’t human anymore

Not a dream, not real—not you, not a god

It’s the wind brushing my eyelids, it’s fire burning my shadow

It’s me asking the mirror—

“Are you still alive?”

Flowers bloom—then wilt

Then fly—never return

I said I think—so I think

But I can’t finish thinking, can’t figure it out

Think… think… think——

I breathe once and live out three thousand dreams

I ask not of the world, nor of dust

I am drunk, I remain, at my city gates

Dreams don’t wake, dreams don’t die

I think… I should never have been born

Mad, mad, mad—deluded, deluded, deluded

The rivers and mountains burn to become my bed

Laugh, laugh, laugh—hide, hide, hide

I use illusion to build a peach blossom village

Who is speaking? Who is laughing?

I hear birds near my ears

But it’s not birds—it’s souls, it’s you turning into grass

Not you—it’s the blade I buried in my own heart

I dig a well to drink dream-wine

And after getting drunk, I realize—

Even my shadow has been stolen

Swords fly, hearts shatter

I am no god—I belong to no one

A single thought summons a thousand souls

I sit in the fog, waiting for myself to grow old

I ask not of the world, nor of dust

I am drunk, I remain, at my city gates

Dreams don’t wake, dreams don’t die

I think… I should never have been born

Mad, mad, mad—deluded, deluded, deluded

The rivers and mountains burn to become my bed

Laugh, laugh, laugh—hide, hide, hide

I use illusion to build a peach blossom village

Think, think, think—mad, mad, mad

Even if I live again, I won’t understand

Who says clarity is always right?

I’d rather run toward the madness!

Think, think, think—hide, hide, hide

I hide the whole world inside my dream

If truth and lies no longer matter

Then even if I’m wrong—let me be beautifully wrong!

Mad, mad, mad... Delude, delude, delude... Think, think, think...

I saw that I was not me. I heard myself forget me.

Think, think, think—mad, mad, mad

Even if I live again, I won’t understand

Mad… delusion… thought…