Lyrics and translation 管罄 - 我帶刺

我帶刺

我帶刺-管罄

既不想結束 也不想繼續
即使你現在能喊出我的名字
這場無謂的爭執 適可而止

我還有一絲存活意志
我厭惡所有的天使
選擇在地獄生長 怎麼會害怕死
手指一旦碰上了刺
鮮血就沒辦法抑止
像張白紙 沾染顏色 被汙穢字眼吞噬
玫瑰該怎麼迎接枯萎消逝
一副一副卸下過度武裝的刺
戴上裝扮 披上掩飾
吸引誘惑你的手指
黑夜來臨前我只能活一次
舔拭那些傷口短暫的誠實
讓你擁抱 任你凝視
你卻忘了玫瑰帶刺
滿身的刺

我還有一絲存活意志
我厭惡所有的天使
選擇在地獄生長 怎麼會害怕死
手指一旦碰上了刺
鮮血就沒辦法抑止
像張白紙 沾染顏色 被汙穢字眼吞噬
玫瑰該怎麼迎接枯萎消逝

一副一副卸下過度武裝的刺
戴上裝扮 披上掩飾
吸引誘惑你的手指
黑夜來臨前我只能活一次
舔拭那些傷口短暫的誠實
讓你擁抱 任你凝視
你卻忘了玫瑰帶刺
滿身的刺
那麼諷刺

玫瑰該怎麼迎接枯萎消逝
一步一步走向已經預知的死
那麼瘋狂 那麼無知
還是不顧一切奔馳
黑夜來臨前就活這麼一次
凋零乾竭殘忍的像一首詩
忘了綻放 忘了偏執
卻不能忘了我帶刺
滿身的刺

那麼諷刺

我應該結束
又或者繼續
繼續忽視你喊不出我的名字

I Have Thorns

I Have Thorns - Guan Qin

I don't want to end it, but I also don't want to continue
Even if you can call out my name now
This pointless argument, let it end here

I still have a bit of willpower to survive
I detest all angels
Choosing to grow in hell, how could I be afraid of death
Once your fingers touch the thorns
The bleeding cannot be stopped
Like a blank sheet, stained with colors, devoured by filthy words
How should a rose greet its withering and fading
Piece by piece, taking off the overly armed thorns
Putting on make-up, covering up with disguise
Attracting and tempting your fingers
Before the night comes, I can only live once
Licking those wounds, a brief moment of honesty
Letting you embrace, letting you stare
But you forgot that roses have thorns
Thorns all over my body

I still have a bit of willpower to survive
I detest all angels
Choosing to grow in hell, how could I be afraid of death
Once your fingers touch the thorns
The bleeding cannot be stopped
Like a blank sheet, stained with colors, devoured by filthy words
How should a rose greet its withering and fading

Piece by piece, taking off the overly armed thorns
Putting on make-up, covering up with disguise
Attracting and tempting your fingers
Before the night comes, I can only live once
Licking those wounds, a brief moment of honesty
Letting you embrace, letting you stare
But you forgot that roses have thorns
Thorns all over my body
How ironic

How should a rose greet its withering and fading
Step by step, approaching the already foreseen death
So crazy, so ignorant
Still recklessly galloping forward
Before the night comes, just live this once
Withering, drying up, cruel like a poem
Forgetting to bloom, forgetting to be prejudiced
But can't forget that I have thorns
Thorns all over my body

How ironic

I should end it
Or perhaps continue
Continuing to ignore that you can't call out my name