Paroles et traduction 張敬軒 - 披星戴月

披星戴月

世界大得不可以 去擁抱
你腳印又小得轉眼 散失於命數

若有天 這副賣相腐化於塵土
可有一分半秒值得我去 自豪

奮鬥倦得非獎品 可鼓舞
那半個睡房非絲絨被鋪可彌補
知我未夠好 一世人最硬朗或崇高
原來是不想你等 趕到了病倒也沒遲到

回憶這理想 不夠理想
沿途逛世間一趟只有向上
關注遠方得到讚賞
但是我哭以巴開火很牽強
只因想到我們開仗
也因不懂去包容才留遺恨在雪上
是否不記得一個你才有獎
是否只記得所有世人才會不記得我倆

你送贈的非積蓄 買得到
你遠去目光非廣闊 眼光可望到
將志願托高 高到奉獻沒有問回報
忘掉沒私心去披星再載月積雪為誰掃

回憶這理想 不夠理想
沿途逛世間一趟只有向上
關注遠方得到讚賞
但是我哭戰火哭得很牽強
只因想到我們開仗
也因不懂去包容才留遺恨在雪上
問心只妄想跟你快樂牧羊
憑這成就到老去亦安詳
談戀愛也許不算理想
為諾貝爾獎出發先算漂亮
光環無論為誰發亮
但是再不會聽到你拍掌
不枉這生需按照誰方向
每一天都有所為才能毋負過晚上
是否花瓣鋪得更遠便更香
是否不記得戀愛我便忘記 呼吸早缺氧
是否把放風箏也當硬仗 才是正常

Pledging the Bright Moon

The world's so vast, yet to be embraced
Your footprint's so petite, quickly lost in fate

If, one day, this appearance is reduced to dust
Could there be an ephemeral moment worth my pride

Striving, fatigued by the lack of inspiring rewards
A half-furnished bedroom cannot be made whole with a velvet quilt
I know I'm not good enough, the most courageous or noble in existence
It turns out, it was for you I didn't want to be late, even if it meant succumbing to illness

Recalling this ideal, it's not ideal enough
Wandering through this world, there's only moving forward
Concern for distant places receives praise
But my tears for Israel-Palestine's conflict are far-fetched
Simply because I think of our strife
Also because by not knowing how to forgive, we leave regrets in the snow
Could it be that forgetting someone will bring you a reward?
Could it be that only remembering the world will make people forget about the two of us?

Your gift is not a fortune that can be bought
Your distant gaze is not a vast view that can be seen
Raising your aspirations high, so high that devotion asks nothing in return
Forgetting to selflessly brave the starry nights and moonlight, who will sweep away the snow?

Recalling this ideal, it's not ideal enough
Wandering through this world, there's only moving forward
Concern for distant places receives praise
But my tears for the flames of war are far-fetched
Simply because I think of our strife
Also because by not knowing how to forgive, we leave regrets in the snow
My only wish is to tend sheep with you and be content
With this accomplishment, I will grow old and still be at peace
Falling in love may not be considered ideal
Setting out for the Nobel Prize is more impressive
No matter who the spotlight shines on
I will never hear your applause again
I will not waste this life by following someone else's path
Making a difference every day is the only way to avoid feeling remorse at night
Could it be that the further the petals are spread, the more fragrant they become?
Could it be that by forgetting love, I will also forget how to breathe, suffocating from lack of air?
Could it be that treating kite-flying as a fierce battle is the norm?