Lyrics and translation Beyond - 城市獵人

城市獵人

冷靜地自遠處踱到這座城
冷漠霧在這晚邁向他

他的身軀消瘦卻足勁度
他的兩眼看似猜不透
卻襯上一臉寂寞並問號
他的黑靴永遠替他引路
他的軍褸到處惹譏笑
卻看厭虛偽面具伴著殘暴

他恍似冷血但沒帶槍的獵人
只可惜戰鬥伴著世間
他恍似百戰但未怕傷的獵人
不表態愛意但放奇花飄白巾
轉身已飛遠

冷靜地自遠處踱到這座城
冷漠霧在這晚邁向他

他的身軀消瘦卻足勁度
他的兩眼看似猜不透
卻襯上一臉寂寞並問號
他的黑靴永遠替他引路
他的軍褸到處惹譏笑
卻看厭虛偽面具伴著殘暴

他恍似冷血但沒帶槍的獵人
只可惜戰鬥伴著世間
他恍似百戰但未怕傷的獵人
不表態愛意但放奇花飄白巾
轉身已飛遠

踏著踏著霧雨鐵路
已一生冰冷
但是但是硬甲背後
竟一身傷痛

他恍似冷血但沒帶槍的獵人
只可惜戰鬥伴著世間
他恍似百戰但未怕傷的獵人
不表態愛意但放奇花飄白巾
轉身已飛遠

踏著踏著霧雨鐵路
已一生冰冷
但是但是硬甲背後
竟一身傷痛

沒法知 他怎過
但我知 可經過
沒法知 他怎過
但我知...

City Hunter

Calmly, I stroll from afar into this city,
A cold mist advances towards him this night.

His body, lean yet full of strength,
His eyes, seemingly unreadable,
Yet framed by a face of loneliness and question.
His black boots forever guide his path,
His military coat, a source of mockery everywhere,
Yet he's grown tired of hypocritical masks paired with brutality.

He seems like a cold-blooded hunter, but without a gun,
It's a pity that battles accompany this world.
He seems like a veteran of countless wars, yet unafraid of wounds,
He doesn't express his love, but leaves behind exotic flowers and a floating white scarf.
Turning, he flies away.

Calmly, I stroll from afar into this city,
A cold mist advances towards him this night.

His body, lean yet full of strength,
His eyes, seemingly unreadable,
Yet framed by a face of loneliness and question.
His black boots forever guide his path,
His military coat, a source of mockery everywhere,
Yet he's grown tired of hypocritical masks paired with brutality.

He seems like a cold-blooded hunter, but without a gun,
It's a pity that battles accompany this world.
He seems like a veteran of countless wars, yet unafraid of wounds,
He doesn't express his love, but leaves behind exotic flowers and a floating white scarf.
Turning, he flies away.

Treading, treading, the misty, rainy railroad,
A lifetime of coldness,
But, but, behind the hard armor,
Lies a body full of pain.

He seems like a cold-blooded hunter, but without a gun,
It's a pity that battles accompany this world.
He seems like a veteran of countless wars, yet unafraid of wounds,
He doesn't express his love, but leaves behind exotic flowers and a floating white scarf.
Turning, he flies away.

Treading, treading, the misty, rainy railroad,
A lifetime of coldness,
But, but, behind the hard armor,
Lies a body full of pain.

Can't know how he lives,
But I know, it's possible to go through it.
Can't know how he lives,
But I know...