Lyric

On the edge of the screen, a glowing red one percent

Is that really my battery left?

The sound in my earbuds won’t sink in

I sat on a bench, staring up at the sky

“I can still go,” I don’t want to lose

I blame myself till it turns into habit

The energy to move is still not enough

My speed is always running halfway

One percent, one percent — still alive

One percent, one percent — don’t power down

This one-percent heart I can feel inside

Switches my mode by pure instinct

Even under a shutdown-level load

I can still run on one percent

A fully charged smile

I can’t show it yet

But this faintly lit life of mine

It’s still too early to burn out

One percent, one percent — still alive

One percent — still alive

My boss sighs, my coworkers complain

Every voice turns into noise by evening

The face reflected in the window

Craves more volts, facing the low

Even if I stop for a moment

The world should keep on turning

I know that’s true inside my head

But somehow I’m always left behind

One percent, one percent — still alive

One percent, one percent — don’t power down

This one-percent heart I can feel inside

Switches my mode by pure instinct

Even under a shutdown-level load

I can still run on one percent

A fully charged smile

I can’t show it yet

But this faintly lit life of mine

It’s still too early to burn out

One percent, one percent — still alive

One percent — still alive

With the warmth of someone’s voice

If I could aim for twenty to eighty

Could I hold onto this rare happiness

And savor it for a little longer?

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