浮誇 [Show Off] - Eason Chan 陳奕迅 {Cantonese 05}

If people ask then I will talk, but nobody comes
I wait and wait but even when I have things to say, I don't get the chance

My feelings are like a bottle cap waiting to be opened,
yet my mouth is growing moss
In a crowd of people the quieter you are the less they pay attention,
you need to make your own scene

Like suddenly breaking into song, treating any place like an open stage
Wearing the flashiest shirt, pretending to be cool
Remember to stick your hand in your pocket when they take pictures

You can treat me as a show off, but I only do it because I'm really scared
If I was like a piece of wood, like a piece of rock, would I be noticed?
It's because of a fear of being forgotten that I exaggerate so
How to be elegant through my uneasiness
Does the world still praise silence?
If I'm not explosive enough, how will I find topics to exaggerate about 
as a great entertainer?

The year that I was eighteen, I stood like an idiot at the school prom
At that time I tearfully swore that everyone must take note of me

There are too many plain and ordinary roads in this world,
which house and village do you live in?
In relationships, in work, I have been neglected too much
my self-esteem has all but hit rock bottom

Attention can cure hunger, and if you haven't gotten any then you will know why 
I have so many flashy moves
Making these mistakes so people will look at me, does that count as sick?

You can treat me as a show off, but I only do it because I'm really scared
If I was like a piece of wood, like a piece of rock, would I be noticed?
It's because of a fear of being forgotten that I exaggerate so
How to be elegant through my uneasiness
Does the world still praise silence?
If I'm not explosive enough, how will I find topics to exaggerate about 
as a great entertainer?

Not many are lucky, and if you've never been one then you will know why
I put in ten times the effort to be one that stands out
Can normal people be as controversial as me?

You can call me a show off, I'm not afraid even if you boo me
If there is boredom when I'm around, why don't I perform for you?
Am I hysterical enough? You can practically water flowers with your tears
I only want to surprise you, did I seem non-existent?
Raising the stakes, even the veins of anger have surfaced
Tell me, do I exist now?

Look at me, don't just look at the ceiling anymore
I'm not your cup of tea but you can still drink anyway
Don't forget someone is making himself hoarse for you

Source
http://say-it-again.livejournal.com/41326.html