致敬张国荣与梅艳芳 2013香港金像奖 - 黃耀明 Übersetzung ins Englische

致敬张国荣与梅艳芳 2013香港金像奖

（离开书店的时候，我留下了一把伞，希望拿了它回家的人，是你。）
（2000年0时0分，电视直播纽约时代广场的庆祝人潮，我有没有见过你？）
愈夜，愈看愈美丽，
但谁，会来电？
当我，凝视我的脸，
几亿人在爱恋。
画面，在脑内乍现，
波斯湾，最南面。
灯塔中，谁人在约会我？
不必真正遇见。
是谁在对岸，露台上对望，
互传着渴望，你熄灯，我点烟。
隔住块玻璃，隔住个都市，
自言自语地，共你在热恋。
在池袋碰面，在南极碰面，
或其实根本在这大楼里面。
但是每一天，当我在左转，
你便行向右，终不会遇见。
（如果你认识我的话，我今年会收到什么圣诞礼物？
这间餐厅，这只水杯。你有没有用过？）
命运，就放在桌上，
地球仪，正旋动。
找个点，凭直觉按下去，
可不可按住你？
是谁在对岸，露台上对望，
互传着渴望，你熄灯，我点烟。
隔住块玻璃，隔住个都市，
自言自语地，共你在热恋。
在池袋碰面，在南极碰面，
或其实根本在这大楼里面。
但是每一天，当我在左转，
你便行向右，终不会遇见。
（我由布鲁塞尔坐火车去阿姆斯特丹，
望住窗外，飞越过几十个小镇，
几千里土地，几千万个人。
我怀疑，我们人生里面，
唯一可以相遇的机会，已经错过了）
喜欢的歌，差不多吧？
对你会否，曾打错号码？
（我怀疑那次，声音好沙的那个是你）
我坐这里，你坐过吗？
（我认得你的字迹）
偶尔看着，同一片落霞
（我由亚洲一直飘到，南美洲）
是谁在对岸，露台上对望，
互传着渴望，你熄灯，我点烟。
隔住块玻璃，隔住个都市，
自言自语地，共你在热恋。
月台上碰面，月球上碰面，
或其实根本在这道墙背面。
或是有一天，当你在左转，
我便行向右，都不会遇见。
（我买了两本几米的漫画，另一本，将它送给你。）

Homage to Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui 2013 Hong Kong Film Awards

（When I left the bookstore, I left behind an umbrella, hoping the person who took it home would be you。）
（At midnight on January 1, 2000, during the live television broadcast of the New Year's Eve celebration in Times Square, New York, did I see you？）
The later it gets, the more beautiful you look,
But who will call?
When I gaze into my face,
Hundreds of millions of people are in love.
The screen flashes in my mind,
The southernmost part of the Persian Gulf.
Who is dating me in the lighthouse?
We don't have to actually meet.
Who is looking at each other on the terrace across the way,
Exchanging desires, you turn off the lights, I light a cigarette.
Across a pane of glass, across a city,
Talking to myself, in love with you.
Meeting in Ikebukuro, meeting in Antarctica,
Or maybe right here in this building.
But every day, when I turn left,
You go right, we never meet.
（If you knew me, what Christmas present would I get this year？
This restaurant, this water glass. Have you used them？）
Fate is on the table,
The globe is spinning.
Find a point, press it with intuition,
Can I press you?
Who is looking at each other on the terrace across the way,
Exchanging desires, you turn off the lights, I light a cigarette.
Across a pane of glass, across a city,
Talking to myself, in love with you.
Meeting in Ikebukuro, meeting in Antarctica,
Or maybe right here in this building.
But every day, when I turn left,
You go right, we never meet.
（I took a train from Brussels to Amsterdam,
Looking out the window, flying over dozens of towns,
Thousands of miles of land, tens of millions of people.
I wonder if in our lives,
The only chance we had to meet has already passed）
Do you like the same songs?
Did I ever misdial you?
（I suspect that voice that was so hoarse that time was yours）
Am I sitting where you sat?
（I recognize your handwriting）
Occasionally looking at the same sunset together
（I drifted all the way from Asia to South America）
Who is looking at each other on the terrace across the way,
Exchanging desires, you turn off the lights, I light a cigarette.
Across a pane of glass, across a city,
Talking to myself, in love with you.
Meeting on the platform, meeting on the moon,
Or maybe right here on the other side of this wall.
Or maybe one day, when you turn left,
I'll go right, and we still won't meet.
（I bought two of Jimmy Liao's comics, and I'll give the other one to you。）