Ram Origami

	作词 : Hammill
	Here's the lost boy with the brittle smile,
	plastered panstick on his face,
	making himself up; for a little while
	all the fragments will remain in place.
	We are only what we manage to retrieve
	out of memory
	(Who do you think you are?)
	Inside, it's hailstorm visibility
	transformed by outer confidence and charm:
	step up to take responsibility,
	step down to keep the pieces of identity calm
	and the moment we believe that we got it all in place
	is the very moment when the cup overflows,
	out of memory.
	(Who do you think you are?
	Where did you say you'd been?
	What did you think you were?
	How did it seem?
	How does it seem?)
	There goes the who, the what, the why and wherefore
	all folded up in origami stuff:
	people and places we once cared for...
	we remember, but not vividly enough
	and it's all blank paper when we finally open up
	with not even watermarks as messages to trace
	only folds in the floe of the frozen face
	out of memory.

	zuò cí : Hammill
	Here' s the lost boy with the brittle smile,
	plastered panstick on his face,
	making himself up for a little while
	all the fragments will remain in place.
	We are only what we manage to retrieve
	out of memory
	Who do you think you are?
	Inside, it' s hailstorm visibility
	transformed by outer confidence and charm:
	step up to take responsibility,
	step down to keep the pieces of identity calm
	and the moment we believe that we got it all in place
	is the very moment when the cup overflows,
	out of memory.
	Who do you think you are?
	Where did you say you' d been?
	What did you think you were?
	How did it seem?
	How does it seem?
	There goes the who, the what, the why and wherefore
	all folded up in origami stuff:
	people and places we once cared for...
	we remember, but not vividly enough
	and it' s all blank paper when we finally open up
	with not even watermarks as messages to trace
	only folds in the floe of the frozen face
	out of memory.