Lyrics and translation 吳雨霏 - 暫借問

暫借問

貪 他一點野 雙眼 似激射
捨 不了下車 一 剎再暫借

暫借問 有沒有上帝為我作出指引
翻覆身貼緊 夢似發生
暫借問 借問撒旦有沒有錯點罪人
火穿心裡過 一身冰冷侵

冰醒了後悔 難為身邊的一半心冷意更灰
一再扮成愚眛 旁人亦看見多攰
我用甚麼可惡補 該那樣開口才好
恨自己失措一塌糊塗
停車街邊比乞丐身世更潦倒
不間斷紅綠換轉 交通訊號吞吞吐吐
過得了對街 就是找不到新血路

暫借問 有沒有上帝為我作出指引
反覆的女人 後悔餘生
暫借問 借問撒旦有沒有錯點罪人
火穿心再過 冰一般痛心

冰醒了後悔 難為身邊的一半心冷意更灰
一再扮成愚眛 旁人亦看見多攰
我用甚麼可惡補 該那樣開口才好
恨自己失措一塌糊塗
停車街邊比乞丐身世更潦倒
不間斷紅綠換轉 交通訊號吞吞吐吐
過得了對街 就是找不到新血路

不會去乞討 戀過後簷前滴雨
掛念縱使不會老
但愛早寫上了 句號

May I Ask Temporarily

Covet your little bit of wildness, your eyes are like a shooting star
Can't bring myself to get off the car, can I temporarily borrow you again

May I ask temporarily, is there a God guiding me
Rolling over to hug you tightly, it's like a dream come true
May I ask temporarily, ask Satan if you have wrongly accused a sinner
Fire goes through my heart, my body is freezing

Awakened by the cold and regret, it's hard for the person beside me, their heart grows colder and their will is ashen
Pretending to be stupid over and over again, others can see how tiring it is
How can I make up for my abominations, how can I say it
I hate myself for being so utterly helpless
Parking by the street, I look more desolate than a beggar
The red and green lights keep changing, the traffic signals are hesitant
Even if I can cross to the other side, I still can't find a new path

May I ask temporarily, is there a God guiding me
A fickle woman, regretting for the rest of my life
May I ask temporarily, ask Satan if you have wrongly accused a sinner
Fire goes through my heart again, my heart aches like ice

Awakened by the cold and regret, it's hard for the person beside me, their heart grows colder and their will is ashen
Pretending to be stupid over and over again, others can see how tiring it is
How can I make up for my abominations, how can I say it
I hate myself for being so utterly helpless
Parking by the street, I look more desolate than a beggar
The red and green lights keep changing, the traffic signals are hesitant
Even if I can cross to the other side, I still can't find a new path

I won't beg, after love, the rain drips from the eaves
Even if the memory won't grow old
But love has already been written off as a period