聽傷口說話 - 李克勤 Übersetzung ins Englische

聽傷口說話

那次在那大雪下 早失意識吧
再看著這病房裡 沒有風 只有花
那個舊我也許已被埋下
但是在晚上仍舊感到害怕被留下
害我的愛人 但我竟這樣為了她
流著血傷口很痛 歸不了家

從前無愧斷臂 痛也要抱緊一起
懸崖前全沒有退避 不怕為了她一死
重創了亦當福氣 垂危時仍自覺勝利
未曾想過愛不起
奮勇到再沒餘地 這苦戀先算是美
再次被提起
為何無人夜裡 只有傷口歎氣

我閉著眼在聽著 傷口那些話
訴說著往日的我 遇過幾多個她
似我讀過最差那段童話 幕幕是劫難
唯獨主角未化 被遺下
又再衝上前 自信的再為下個她
同樣錯 傷口傷到不懂結疤

從前無愧斷臂 痛也要抱緊一起
懸崖前全沒有退避 不怕為了她一死
重創了亦當福氣 垂危時仍自覺勝利
未曾想過愛不起
奮勇到再沒餘地 這苦戀先算是美
再次被提起
為何無人夜裡 只有傷口歎氣

從前無愧斷臂 痛也要抱緊一起
行刑前全沒有退避 只當為理想一死
重創了亦當福氣 垂危時仍自覺勝利
未曾想過愛不起
奮勇到再沒餘地 這苦戀先算是美
這晚又提起
為何從前舊愛 一個都不似你

到那日我獲救後 先知愛不是墳墓
原來磨練為了最終遇見你

Listen to the Wound Speak

I lost consciousness in that heavy snow,
Then I looked at this ward, no wind, only flowers,
That old me might have been buried,
But at night I still feel afraid of being left behind,
Hurting my lover, but I did it for her,
The bleeding wound is very painful, I can't go home,

I used to be proud of my broken arm, I held her tightly,
There was no retreat before the cliff, I was not afraid to die for her,
When I was badly injured, I thought it was a blessing, I still felt victorious when I was dying,
I never thought I would be incapable of love,
I fought bravely until there was no room for regret, this bitter love was beautiful first,
Then I was reminded again,
Why is there no one at night, only the wound sighing?

I closed my eyes and listened to the wound's words,
Telling me about my past, how many women I have met,
Like the worst fairy tale I have ever read, every scene is a disaster,
Only the protagonist has not changed, and has been left behind,
I rushed forward again, confident that I would do the same for the next,
The same mistake, the wound was too painful to heal,

I used to be proud of my broken arm, I held her tightly,
There was no retreat before the cliff, I was not afraid to die for her,
When I was badly injured, I thought it was a blessing, I still felt victorious when I was dying,
I never thought I would be incapable of love,
I fought bravely until there was no room for regret, this bitter love was beautiful first,
Then I was reminded again,
Why is there no one at night, only the wound sighing?

I used to be proud of my broken arm, I held her tightly,
There was no retreat before the execution, I only thought I would die for my ideal,
When I was badly injured, I thought it was a blessing, I still felt victorious when I was dying,
I never thought I would be incapable of love,
I fought bravely until there was no room for regret, this bitter love was beautiful first,
Then I was reminded again,
Why are all my past loves different from you?

Until the day I was rescued, I knew that love was not a tomb,
It turns out that the experience was for the purpose of meeting you in the end.