Paroles et traduction Fabel - 風吹草動

風吹草動

试问尚有几多天要好
面对千载的故都
你与我运数 在这儿被提前预告
秋色比我好 静听金风吹野草
只想拍照悼念 行刑般一步步来抱
比生无憾的无谓拥抱
比死沉寂的沉默态度
也好 临别不必倒数
傻孩子 你的心 我很懂
临危中 我都想 我很蠢
其实那一声 我想走
早已预演于恶梦
不要走 这一句亦随时备用

火烧金阁寺 是哪一位比我痴
要我放下你 在这儿问谁能异议
分于金阁寺 大有超生的意思
好比你我聚别 犹如花开叶落无意
真感情是不求下一次
好心肠是这残酷暗示
你知 难道不想我知
傻孩子 你的心 我很懂
临危中 我都想 我很蠢
其实那一声 我想走
早已预演于恶梦
不要走 这一句亦随时备用
我就算 未如古迹老定
也未似 幻觉初醒
离别注定了 是另一种约定
偶遇那日已厘定
草 也许想 能镇定
风 也许想 能安定
为何草 随风动 随心动
为何心 无意动 仍蠢动
其实那一声 我想走
早已像生死与共
不要讲 讲多了便无人受用
不要听 听多了便无人造梦

Wind Blowing Through Grass

How many days remain, I wonder,
Facing this ancient capital city?
Our destinies, foretold right here.
Autumn's grace surpasses mine, as golden winds whisper through wild grass.
I yearn to capture this moment, a somber embrace, step by step, like a condemned man's walk.
An embrace more futile than living without regrets,
A silence deeper than the stillness of death,
Yet better, no need for a final countdown.
Silly child, I understand your heart,
Even in this crisis, I realize my own foolishness.
That whisper, "I want to leave,"
Has long haunted my nightmares.
"Don't go," a phrase ever at the ready.

Who could be more infatuated than the one who burned the Golden Pavilion?
Asking me to let you go, who here dares to object?
Parting at the Golden Pavilion, a sense of transcendence.
Like our meeting and farewell, like the unintentional bloom and fall of leaves.
True love doesn't seek a next time,
A kind heart offers this cruel hint.
You know, and wouldn't want me to be unaware.
Silly child, I understand your heart,
Even in this crisis, I realize my own foolishness.
That whisper, "I want to leave,"
Has long haunted my nightmares.
"Don't go," a phrase ever at the ready.
Even if I'm not as steadfast as ancient monuments,
Nor as a newly awakened illusion,
Parting is destined, a different kind of promise,
Determined on the day we chanced upon each other.
The grass, perhaps, wishes for composure,
The wind, perhaps, desires tranquility,
Why does the grass sway with the wind, move with the heart?
Why does the heart, without intention, stir foolishly?
That whisper, "I want to leave,"
Has long been like a vow of life and death.
Don't speak, too much talk leaves no one to benefit.
Don't listen, too much listening leaves no one to dream.