Paroles et traduction 王菲 - 開到茶靡

開到茶靡

王菲 - 开到荼靡
曲/编: C Y KONG 词: 林夕
每只蚂蚁 都有眼睛鼻子 它美不美丽
偏差有没有一毫厘 有何关系
每一个人 伤心了就哭泣 饿了就要吃
相差大不过天地 有何刺激
有太多太多魔力 太少道理
太多太多游戏 只是为了好奇
还有什么值得 歇斯底里
对什么东西 死心塌地
一个一个偶像 都不外如此
沉迷过的偶像 一个个消失
谁曾伤天害理 谁又是上帝
我们在等待 什么奇迹
最后剩下自己 舍不得挑剔
最后对着自己 也不大看得起
谁给我全世界 我都会怀疑
心花怒放 却开到荼蘼
每只蚂蚁 都有眼睛鼻子 它美不美丽
偏差有没有一毫厘 有何关系
每一个人 伤心了就哭泣 饿了就要吃
相差大不过天地 有何刺激
有太多太多魔力 太少道理
太多太多游戏 只是为了好奇
还有什么值得 歇斯底里
对什么东西 死心塌地
一个一个偶像 都不外如此
沉迷过的偶像 一个个消失
谁曾伤天害理 谁又是上帝
我们在等待 什么奇迹
最后剩下自己 舍不得挑剔
最后对着自己 也不大看得起
谁给我全世界 我都会怀疑
心花怒放 却开到荼蘼
一个一个一个人 谁比谁美丽
一个一个一个人 谁比谁甜蜜
一个一个一个人 谁比谁容易
又有什么了不起
一个一个一个人 谁比谁美丽
一个一个一个人 谁比谁甜蜜
一个一个一个人 谁比谁容易
又有什么了不起
每只蚂蚁 和谁擦身而过 都那么整齐
有何关系
每一个人 碰见所爱的人 却心有余悸

Open to Tea Withered

Faye Wong - Open to Tea Withered
Lyrics: Albert Leung / Melody and Arrangement: CY Kong
Every ant has eyes and a nose, is it pretty?
Does a one-millimeter difference matter?
Every person cries when they're sad, eats when they're hungry,
The difference between heaven and earth, is it stimulating?
There's too much magic, too little reason,
Too many games, just for curiosity.
What else is worth a tantrum?
To what do I stubbornly devote myself?
Every idol, is nothing more than that,
Idols I've been obsessed with, vanish one by one,
Who has wronged the heavens? Who is God?
What miracle are we waiting for?
In the end, I'm left with myself, not daring to be picky,
In the end, facing myself, not thinking much of me,
If someone gives me the whole world, I'd doubt it,
Blossoming with joy, only to wither.
Every ant has eyes and a nose, is it pretty?
Does a one-millimeter difference matter?
Every person cries when they're sad, eats when they're hungry,
The difference between heaven and earth, is it stimulating?
There's too much magic, too little reason,
Too many games, just for curiosity.
What else is worth a tantrum?
To what do I stubbornly devote myself?
Every idol, is nothing more than that,
Idols I've been obsessed with, vanish one by one,
Who has wronged the heavens? Who is God?
What miracle are we waiting for?
In the end, I'm left with myself, not daring to be picky,
In the end, facing myself, not thinking much of me,
If someone gives me the whole world, I'd doubt it,
Blossoming with joy, only to wither.
Every person, every person, who's prettier?
Every person, every person, who's sweeter?
Every person, every person, who's easier?
What's the big deal?
Every person, every person, who's prettier?
Every person, every person, who's sweeter?
Every person, every person, who's easier?
What's the big deal?
Every ant, whoever it brushes by, it's in such order,
What does it matter?
Every person, meeting the person they love, feels a sense of trepidation