Lyrics and translation Zhou Shen - 蜃樓

蜃樓

看機械的白鴿 從空中飛過
要如何點睛 它才堪稱鮮活?
數字的晨昏是否更繽紛?
仿生的情人是否更忠貞?
推開一扇門 還有萬千重門

生命何嘗不是 從烏有到烏有
倘若感動時候 依然有淚在流
不管是否身處那蜃樓 世界如何虛構
情願一生如夢遊

(Mirage, oh-oh, oh-oh)
在電幻的荒丘 尋真實的綠洲
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
渺小得如蜉蝣 也仰望著宇宙

那來自過去 古老的眼神
如何能辨認 此刻是幻是真?
人造的天分是否算慧根?
克隆的肉身是否有靈魂?
永遠在追問 卻從來都沒結論
(Can it be real?)

生命何嘗不是從烏有到烏有
倘若感動時候 依然有淚在流
不管是否身處那蜃樓 世界如何虛構
情願一生如夢遊

(Mirage, oh-oh, oh-oh)
在電幻的荒丘 尋真實的綠洲
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
渺小得如蜉蝣 也仰望著宇宙

Can it be real?
Can it be real?
The world is a mirage

那智慧的天梯 從來都沒盡頭
這剎那的感受 卻足夠 算不朽
我們終身住在那蜃樓 懷中一無所有
仍願一生如夢遊

Mirage

Watching mechanical doves fly through the air above,
How can we give them life, make them worthy of our love?
Is a digital dawn more colorful and bright?
Is a bionic lover more faithful, day and night?
I push open one door, only to find a thousand more.

Isn't life itself a journey from nothing to nothing, my dear?
If in moments of feeling, tears still flow sincere,
Whether we're in a mirage, a world of illusion and make-believe,
I'd willingly spend my life like this, if it's you I can deceive believe.

(Mirage, oh-oh, oh-oh)
In this electric wasteland, I search for a true oasis,
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Small as an ephemeral mayfly, I still look up to the vast cosmos.

Those ancient eyes from the past, gazing deep within,
How can we discern what is real, what is pretend, my kin?
Is artificial talent considered true wisdom's root?
Does a cloned body possess a soul, a genuine pursuit?
Forever questioning, yet never finding a solution,
(Can it be real?)

Isn't life itself a journey from nothing to nothing, my sweet?
If in moments of feeling, tears still flow, our hearts they meet,
Whether we're in a mirage, a world of illusion and pretend,
I'd willingly spend my life like this, until the very end.

(Mirage, oh-oh, oh-oh)
In this electric wasteland, I search for a true oasis,
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Small as an ephemeral mayfly, I still look up to the vast cosmos.

Can it be real?
Can it be real?
The world is a mirage

The ladder of wisdom, it stretches without end,
Yet this fleeting feeling, it's enough, a timeless trend transcend.
We live our lives within this mirage, with nothing to hold possess,
Still, I'd willingly spend my life like this, I must confess.