(Intro) Hi… my name is Cookie… …or Cookie-chan…呃…曲奇酱？ cough…不好意思… Can I… can I… can I start now? …okay… okay… okay… [deep breath] (Verse 1) This is Cookie — 曲奇酱 — a nobody… maybe somebody… somewhere far beyond, 在某个宇宙的角落…也许存在…也许只是路过 I’m whimsical… dreamy… cynical… a worry-worm, 语法错误的表达…也会 sometimes pretend to be a pro…heheh switching modes like it’s digital — 像 command switch on and off…开关之间漂流 Here and there… place to place… 不同时间线…不同的脸… trying your lens, my lens, every perspective… 透过你的眼睛…我的世界…还有那些偏移的折射点 still don’t get it… but I collect it… 还是不懂…但我全都收集着 (Pre-Chorus) Understand… don’t understand… still I reach with empty hands… 还是伸出空空的手去触碰未来… moving, moving, moving on — 像被重置一样往前走… died again… and born again… 像死过一次…再次 reborn…again… again… (Chorus) I’m an alien… alien… passing through your atmosphere, 我是外星人…轻轻穿过你的世界边界… building homes that disappear… 建起的空间…又慢慢消解… over, over, over here… 在这里…又不完全在这里… Connection lost, then reappear, 信号中断…又突然连接… start again from zero here, 从零开始…重复这一切… The ideal me… she disappeared… 那个理想的自己…已经不见… 我把她埋在蓝色花下面… but I’m still here… (Verse 2) I like to make… things… music, art, and tiny worlds that softly make sense… 音乐、画面、小小世界…拼出一点点带着意义的感觉… not sure if they belong to any planet yet… 不确定它们属于哪个星球… …but I’ll still land it… 但我还是会让它降落… even if I don’t know if I’ll survive it… Hehe — I don’t really care… Maybe…. 也没那么在意… if they judge… if they stare… I just draw what isn’t there — 我只画那些不存在的画面和感觉… what I felt but couldn’t share… 那些说不出口的瞬间… Connection lost somewhere in the air… 好像信号…早就断在某个地方… All the blurry in-between, 那些模糊的中间地带… all the quiet, unseen things, 那些安静的、看不见的存在… raw and messy, soft and whimsical — 凌乱、柔软、一点异想天开… I just let them stay that way… 可以就这样子存在… (Pre-Chorus) Non-mainstream… under-screen… hidden layers, silver sheen… 层层叠叠…微弱的蓝色的光… if you see it — maybe we… 在同一个频率里通信… same signal… same frequency… hehe… can you hear me? (Chorus) Maybe …I’m an alien… alien… d rifting through identity,在身份之间漂移… blending sounds like chemistry — 把声音混成某种反应体… indie, glitch, and memory… 独有的噪点记忆… Bedroom pop and static dreams… 卧室里的歌…带点杂讯的梦境… everything in between… 一切都在中间地带… I don’t know what I am — but I’m still me… 我不知道我是谁…但我还是我自己… (Bridge) Rooms and rooms I decorate, 一间一间房间被我填满… build a life then recreate, 建起来…再重来… turning humans into shapes — 把人变成奇怪的形态… 怪物、符号、另一种存在… You might not understand… yeah… I get that… 嗯…我也知道… I don’t either… …but this is how I hold the world together. 但这是我拼起世界的方式… (Outro) So if no one really gets it… that’s okay… I just needed somewhere I could stay… a little space… a little frame… 一个小小的空间…一个框架… to be myself… and not explain… 不用解释的存在… 一种不需要解释的存在… …yeah… that’s enough for me. 这样…就够了。 Yep… bye…
