About a rap song.

Singer: mc Shazhou.

I am just a clown.

It's my job to make you laugh. I like this job.

But sometimes I hate it. I hate everything around me.

Don't drive me crazy. I'm going crazy, aren't I?

Fuck it, never mind what I sang.

This is my last scene. I put on interesting clothes.

Wearing a funny hat and nose like a red ball.

Painted my face like a clown in watercolor, and the audience cheered.

I recite my rap lyrics.

I know, I will continue to shout on the stage.

Until people became crazy and began not to want to go home.

They will blend in with my music off stage.

I shouted until I lost my voice.

I am a clown. In everyone's eyes, maybe they like me.

Maybe they hate me, but no one knows me.

No one knows my sadness and loss.

People only care about my songs.

I will make you laugh. Yes, my lyrics are humorous.

Maybe that's what I am in your eyes.

Meaningless content is empty and vulgar, just funny.

Just make you happy. Is that enough?

All right! I don't care what I am in your eyes.

I don't care about my songs, and I don't care who I scold.

Even you hate me for calling me dirty and full of temperament.

I don't care, because I am a clown.

Self-esteem means nothing to me, even if I cry alone in the silent night.

But now, here, my stage.

I will try my best to be stupid, just to make you happy.

I am just a clown, just to make you happy.

I'm just a clown, not a master of ceremonies.

I hate these songs, but those idiots love to hear them.

So I sang the same, so I became famous!

Hi! Do you want my autograph?

Rap, this is my ideal, but what can he bring me?

I don't know who really knows rap and who really appreciates me.

No one, they just like the way I gossip and importune.

Like a clown, performing juggling stunts in the greatest performance on earth.

Win people's hearts with dirty jokes, but when he takes off his makeup,

Put on ordinary clothes

Who will laugh at him? No one.

So his soul died, and he completely lost confidence in his work.

But when he returned to the stage again, he continued his performance.

He felt sick when he saw people's cursed smiling faces.

Those watercolors painted his face like a wall.

When he was in tear drops, his makeup changed.

People don't know, they think it's for performance.

When he began to cry, the audience cheered and applauded again and again.

This is the fate of clowns.

Play in public and then be abandoned

But no one will care, only a broken heart

He doesn't even have the right to moan

If he screws up the program, the boss will be angry.

So he tried to hold his breath and managed to control his feelings.

Then he picked up three wine bottles and threw them into the air and began to perform acrobatic stunts.

Keep all your sorrows to yourself.

Then let the dignity gradually leave him.

I am such a clown, and the stage is my prison.

I have no choice but to let the music continue.

Let my dream finally become my burden.

Make music and make a living from it.

When you idiots bought my cd

Oh! Thank you for helping me solve the problem of survival.

Now please turn on the player and welcome you to the circus.

The next program is: Clown Show.

I am a clown, and I will make you happy.

I'm just a clown, not a master of ceremonies.

I hate these songs.

But those idiots loved to hear it, so I sang it, so I became famous!

Hi! Do you want my autograph?

I'm just a clown, just to make you happy,

I'm just a clown, I think that's it.

I hate these songs, but those idiots love to hear them.

So I sang the same song, so I got rich!

Hi! Do you want my autograph?