Paroles et traduction Louis Cheung Kai Chung - 2013

2013

人的一生 哪裡去找答案
如這空間 又為何會出現
人出生 人枯死
誰人可 掌管控制
下世轉生螻蟻

如不出生 這世界怎有我
神蹟很多 又為何有災禍
人相戀 人分手
如何找 得到那個
為了誰奔波

人會出生 會衰老
結果終老
又有悲 又有苦
卻沒有退路
誰是富 誰是惡
仍是一天土歸土
人終極問題
怎樣思索到
解得到

人的一生 哪有最終答案
迷失之中 難題還再出現
如不死 挨不起
如良知 不加控制
用鏡對焦焚蟻

危機天災 要你再興建過
如不溫飽 如何能再飢餓
求相戀 求分手
人情中 歲月蹉陀
為何求看破

誰再出生 再衰老
有否終老
上半身 下半生
也別再憤怒
貧或富 良或莠
無謂的謙卑笑傲
來等待2013方探討

聯邦中一家 往晚空分佈
歸一之家 恒河沙數的
星球星河 蒼涼蒼穹
虛浮虛無 存在法道

如你細心 這朵花
這根荒草
或茁生 或折腰
也自有季度（麥田內彎腰忠告）
晴或雨 明或暗
其實都一早宣告
何須待2013方算好

如這朵花 結出果
你早知道
落了果 又再生
到下個季度
男或女 人或獸
神或妖魔都過渡

回歸的一剎
完美的句號
另達新的一片 赤土

2013

Where in a lifetime, my love, can answers be found?
Like this space around us, why does it exist at all?
People are born, people wither and die,
Who has the power to truly control this life?
Reborn in the next life as a mere ant, perhaps.

If I weren't born, how could I be here with you?
So many miracles, yet why so much disaster too?
People fall in love, people break apart,
How can we find the one our hearts are truly after?
For whom do we strive and run this endless race?

People are born, they grow old and frail,
Eventually, their time comes to an end, my sweet,
Filled with sorrow, filled with pain and grief,
Yet there's no turning back, no relief,
Who's rich, who's wicked, does it matter in the end?
We all return to dust, my friend.
Life's ultimate questions, darling,
How can we ponder them so deep?
And find the answers that we seek?

In a lifetime, are there truly any final answers to find?
Lost in the maze, new puzzles always arise in my mind.
If we couldn't die, we couldn't bear the weight,
If our conscience wasn't held in check, sealed by fate,
We'd use a magnifying glass to burn ants, just out of spite.

Crises and disasters force us to rebuild and start anew,
If we weren't ever hungry, how could we crave food, it's true?
We seek love, we seek breakups, a constant chase,
In human relationships, time slips through this earthly space,
Why do we strive to see beyond, to find release?

Who will be born, who will grow old and gray?
Will there even be an end to this earthly play?
The first half of life, the second half we face,
Let's not succumb to anger in this sacred space.
Poor or rich, good or bad, it's all the same,
Meaningless humility, meaningless pride, a hollow game.
Let's wait for 2013 to explore these profound mysteries, they say.

A single family in the federation, scattered across the night sky's embrace,
A unified home, countless as the sands of time and space,
Planets and galaxies, a desolate and vast expanse,
Ephemeral and void, the existence of the cosmic dance.

If you look closely, my dear, at this delicate flower,
At this blade of wild grass, with its fragile power,
Whether it thrives or bends low to the ground,
It follows the seasons, a timeless, whispered sound (A humble warning in the fields of golden grain).
Sunshine or rain, brightness or darkness, it's all the same,
It was all foretold, a preordained cosmic game,
Why wait for 2013 to understand this earthly domain?

Like this flower, bearing fruit, a natural decree,
You knew all along, my love, as clear as it could be,
The fruit falls, then life begins anew, eternally,
Into the next season, a cycle wild and free.
Man or woman, human or beast, it's all a fleeting phase,
Gods or demons, all must pass through life's intricate maze.

In the moment of return, a perfect, final sigh,
A new beginning dawns, beneath a different sky,
Reaching a new land, a barren, crimson expanse so wide.