Paroles et traduction 洪卓立 - 痛 (KTV 版)

痛 (KTV 版)

説好了的還是沒有
再不去想無論是否
多想給你 一生所有
但我沒半點成就

獻出再多還是未夠
不放棄的自由
來到這關口 難以再開口
求你不要走

我想過分手 找過藉口
但是怎麼戰勝內疚
理想縱失收 怎能回頭
然而決定現在落入你手

愛的高度
築起天梯都高攀不到
甜蜜旅途
最後踏入自虐的地牢
最終出路
靠心窩傷口流血製造
空房一個 窗邊飄過 是雨是霧

最心痛的從沒預告
最深愛的才是利刀
分割熱情 解剖苦惱
達到極致的程度

愛可到此純屬異數
當你正式宣告
時間已不早 難以再修補
而我怎算好

看海濶天高 一切靜好
但是苦戀劫數難逃
到這個地步 釘在問號
前塵陸陸續續又再數

痛的速度
一波一波於身體分佈
存在因素
再混混亂亂若即若無
某種溫度
要一起相擁才會得到
漆黑摸索 心思交錯 哭泣嘔吐

愛的高度
築起天梯都高攀不到
甜蜜旅途
最後踏入自虐的地牢
最終出路
靠心窩傷口流血製造
空房一個 窗邊飄過 是雨是霧
思想的痛 身驅的凍 滅了愛慕

Torture (KTV Version)

What was said was still not done.
No longer thinking whether it is so.
How much I want to give you, all of my life.
But I have no achievement.

Offering up more is still not enough.
Don't give up the freedom.
Coming to this checkpoint, it's difficult to begin.
Please don't leave.

I thought of breaking up, found an excuse.
But how do I overcome the guilt.
Even if the ideal is lost, how can I turn back?
Now, the decision is in your hands.

The height of love,
Building a ladder doesn't reach up high enough.
A sweet journey,
Finally stepping into the dungeon of self-harm.
The final way out,
Producing blood from the wounds in my heart.
Empty room, what is drifting by the window? Rain or mist?

The most heart-wrenching never gives notice.
The most loved is the sharpest knife.
Separate passion, dissect sorrow.
Reached the extreme degree.

Love can come to this point, it's a singularity.
When you formally announce it,
It's too late, it's difficult to fix it.
And how should I be okay?

Looking at the vast ocean and sky, everything is serene.
But the bitter love tribulation is inescapable.
Up to this point, being nailed to a question mark,
The past is still being counted, one by one.

The speed of pain,
Distributing through the body wave by wave.
The factor of existence,
Mixed up in confusion, seemingly distant yet so near.
A certain temperature,
Can only be obtained by embracing together.
Groping in the darkness, thoughts intertwined, crying and vomiting.

The height of love,
Building a ladder doesn't reach up high enough.
A sweet journey,
Finally stepping into the dungeon of self-harm.
The final way out,
Producing blood from the wounds in my heart.
Empty room, what is drifting by the window? Rain or mist?
The pain of thought, the coldness of the body, extinguishing my love for you.