Paroles et traduction 周國賢 - 有時 - Live

有時 - Live

我快樂有時 我叫悶有時
也算上天的恩賜
回頭是憤慨 看不到未來
於年月裡比賽

時光機永未及發明 哪裡覓證明
轉季讓半山結冰
這嘀嗒 又嘀嗒
時鐘似簷蓬滴雨聲

這秒針 轉個彎
繁華極短暫
一切善或惡 聚或散
也定了早晚
永有著時間驅使
歷史的恩怨時代迫使

仰首太空 再看清一片藍圖星宿
怎麼那北斗永亮透
只可半生奔馳 好比試管嬰兒
蟲洞裡解不破的暗示

戰鬥亦有時 跳舞亦有時
分不到魔鬼天使
情慾或理智 這生有限時
怎釐定那主次

投身於那六道旅程 已再沒姓名
轉世讓記憶結冰
永生間 彈指間
時光裡盲目地遠征

這秒針 轉個彎
繁華極短暫
一切善或惡 聚或散
也定了早晚
永有著時間驅使
歷史的恩怨時代迫使

仰首太空 再看清一片藍圖星宿
怎麼那北斗永亮透
只可半生奔馳 好比試管嬰兒

空間裡的真相不會知

沒有愛恩斯坦以及霍金的聰慧
相對問題遇到相對問題
四度宇宙摺疊冷暖
愛恨活埋秒與秒之間

這秒針 轉個彎
繁華極短暫
新愛或舊愛 沒盛載
最後也失散
你叫喚時間終止
永遠沒法預知哪日得你重視

仰首太空 再看清一片藍圖星宿
怎麼那北斗永亮透
織女望向牽牛 一知半解眉頭
從維度裡繼續破解光速的變奏
空間的結構
一瞬或不朽

有時我在記憶空間找到你
分秒在一起
不會問生死
最終會不分我或你

At Times - Live

I am happy sometimes. I am depressed sometimes,
a gift from heaven.
Regrets in the past. I cannot see the future,
and I compete with the years.

Time machines are yet to be invented. Where can we find proof?
The change of season brings ice on the mountainside.
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
the clock sounds like rain dripping from the eaves.

The second hand turns a corner.
The hustle and bustle is ephemeral.
Everything, good or bad, comes together or falls apart,
and it all comes to an end.
Time forever compels us.
Historical grievances and the times compel us.

I look up at space, and I clearly see a blueprint - the stars.
How can the North Star stay lit forever?
We can only race for half of our lives, like a test-tube baby.
Wormholes are an unsolvable riddle.

Fighting sometimes, dancing sometimes,
I cannot distinguish between angels and devils.
Emotion or reason? Our lives are limited,
so how can I set priorities?

I have embarked on the journey of the six realms and lost my name.
Reincarnation has frozen my memories.
Between eternal life and the snap of a finger,
I wander blindly through time.

The second hand turns a corner.
The hustle and bustle is ephemeral.
Everything, good or bad, comes together or falls apart,
and it all comes to an end.
Time forever compels us.
Historical grievances and the times compel us.

I look up at space, and I clearly see a blueprint - the stars.
How can the North Star stay lit forever?
We can only race for half of our lives, like a test-tube baby.

We will never know the truth of space.

We are not as intelligent as Einstein or Hawking.
Relative problems meet relative problems,
folding the four dimensions of the universe hot and cold.
Love and hate are buried alive, second by second.

The second hand turns a corner.
The hustle and bustle is ephemeral.
New love or old love, neither holds,
and in the end, we lose it all.
You cry out to time to stop,
but you can never know when I will value you.

I look up at space, and I clearly see a blueprint - the stars.
How can the North Star stay lit forever?
The weaver girl looks at the cowherd, half-knowing, half-puzzled,
and from the dimension, she continues to solve the variation of the speed of light.
The structure of space
in a moment or eternal.

Sometimes I find you in the space of memory,
together in seconds,
without asking about life or death.
In the end, there will be no you or me.