盗墓笔记·十年人间(八一七稻米节主题推广曲) - 李常超 Übersetzung ins Englische

盗墓笔记·十年人间(八一七稻米节主题推广曲)

光 是誰燃燭照亮 時間設下的迷藏
光 置換明暗立場 肆意流淌
看 誰站過的地方 棋局已百孔千瘡
看 眼前最真假相 假又何妨

懷 揣著熾烈頑心走向 最寬容刑場
裂 過碎過 都空洞地迴響
到 最後竟慶幸於夕陽 仍留在身上
來 不及講 故事多跌宕

有 最奇崛的峰巒 成全過你我張狂
海 上清輝與圓月 盛進杯光
有 最孤傲的雪山 靜聽過你我誦章
世 人驚羨的橋段 不過尋常

光 可尋來路艱險 也可照前路坦蕩
光 補填殘陋世相 無須度量
看 你計算的無常 和你來時的彷徨
看 終有勇氣獨擋 人世荒唐

懷 揣著熾烈頑心走向 最寬容刑場
裂 過碎過 都空洞地迴響
到 最後竟慶幸於夕陽 仍留在身上
來 不及講 故事多跌宕

有 最崎嶇的峰巒 成全過你我張狂
海 上清輝與圓月 盛進杯光
有 最孤傲的雪山 靜聽過你我誦章
世 人驚羨的橋段 不過尋常

有 最崎嶇的峰巒 成全過你我張狂
海 上清輝與圓月 盛進杯光
有 最殘破的書簡 記載過光陰漫長
無 意拾過的片瓦 歷數寒涼

有 最孤傲的雪山 靜聽過你我誦章
世 人驚羨的橋段 不過尋常
有 最清瘦的字跡 都已隨記憶泛黃
而 我再度鋪墊起 下個篇章

Grave Robbers' Chronicles·Ten Years in the Human World (August 17th Rice Festival Theme Song)

Light, who lit the candle, illuminating the maze set by time?
Light, shifting the positions of light and darkness, flowing freely.
Look, where we once stood, the chessboard is now riddled with holes.
Look, the truth and falsehood before our eyes, what does it matter if it's a lie?

Holding a fervent, stubborn heart, I walk towards the most forgiving execution ground.
Cracked, shattered, all echoing emptily.
In the end, I'm grateful that the setting sun still lingers on me.
Too late to tell, the story is so full of twists and turns.

The most magnificent peaks have witnessed our wildness.
The clear brilliance and the full moon on the sea are gathered in the cup's light.
The most solitary snow-capped mountains have listened silently to our chants.
The scenes envied by the world are nothing but ordinary to us.

Light can reveal the perilous path, and it can also illuminate the road ahead.
Light fills the flawed world, no need to measure.
Look, the impermanence you calculated and the hesitation you felt when you arrived.
Look, finally, you have the courage to face the absurdity of the world alone.

Holding a fervent, stubborn heart, I walk towards the most forgiving execution ground.
Cracked, shattered, all echoing emptily.
In the end, I'm grateful that the setting sun still lingers on me.
Too late to tell, the story is so full of twists and turns.

The most rugged peaks have witnessed our wildness.
The clear brilliance and the full moon on the sea are gathered in the cup's light.
The most solitary snow-capped mountains have listened silently to our chants.
The scenes envied by the world are nothing but ordinary to us.

The most rugged peaks have witnessed our wildness.
The clear brilliance and the full moon on the sea are gathered in the cup's light.
The most tattered letters have recorded the long passage of time.
The tiles picked up unintentionally recount the coldness.

The most solitary snow-capped mountains have listened silently to our chants.
The scenes envied by the world are nothing but ordinary to us.
The thinnest handwriting has yellowed with memories.
And I, once again, lay the groundwork for the next chapter.