Paroles et traduction Sammi Cheng - 浮雕 (Live)

浮雕 (Live)

凝望著變幼的月 可以 淌著
疑問著貫串四季的亮 然後 信著

要看過的都看了 要聽過的都聽了
還念著陌生的臉上 踏著異鄉的路上
要有過的都有了 連愛也有了但我想

誰在每日快跑但留在中央
誰在每日吊著頸共麻繩歌唱
原諒我越滿足越容易憂傷
難道最後的幸福是這樣

街燈之下 我與你美到浮雕一樣
還說著 還笑著 還能怎樣
想得很脆弱 想得很脆弱

華麗是滲透的毒 只要 醞釀
狂傲是對抗世界的藥 全是 意象

某串雨絲飄過了 某隻燕子飛過了
還為著什麼的活著 為著什麼的問著
要有過的都有了 連愛也有了但我想

誰在每日快跑但留在中央
誰在每日吊著頸共麻繩歌唱
原諒我越滿足越容易憂傷
難道最後的幸福是這樣

街燈之下 我與你美到浮雕一樣
還說著 還笑著 還能怎樣
花開肩膊上

誰是你誰是我 活在鬧市中還存在春光上 秋色上
陪著你陪著我 望著下半生還期待會怎樣

誰在每日快跑但留在中央
誰在每日吊著頸共麻繩歌唱
原諒我越滿足越容易憂傷
難道最後的幸福是這樣

街燈之下 我與你美到浮雕一樣
還說著 還笑著 還能怎樣
想得多漂亮 生於這世上

Relief Sculpture (Live)

Looking at the moon getting younger I can let it run
Questioning the brightness that runs through the seasons then believing

Seen all that needs to be seen, heard all that needs to be heard
Still yearning for unfamiliar faces, walking on unfamiliar roads
Had all that needs to be had, even love, but I wonder

Who runs every day but stays in the center?
Who hangs from their neck every day and sings with a noose?
Forgive me, the more content I am, the easier it is to be sad
Can this really be the ultimate happiness?

Under the streetlights, you and I are beautiful like a relief sculpture
Still talking, still laughing, what else can we do?
Thinking too fragile, thinking too fragile

Extravagance is a penetrating poison, just let it brew
Arrogance is a medicine against the world, it's all symbolism

Some raindrops floated by, some swallows flew by
Still wondering what we're living for, what we're asking for
Had all that needs to be had, even love, but I wonder

Who runs every day but stays in the center?
Who hangs from their neck every day and sings with a noose?
Forgive me, the more content I am, the easier it is to be sad
Can this really be the ultimate happiness?

Under the streetlights, you and I are beautiful like a relief sculpture
Still talking, still laughing, what else can we do?
Flowers bloom on my shoulders

Who are you, who am I? Living in the bustling city, but still existing in the springtime and autumn colors
Accompanying you, accompanying me, looking forward to the second half of our lives

Who runs every day but stays in the center?
Who hangs from their neck every day and sings with a noose?
Forgive me, the more content I am, the easier it is to be sad
Can this really be the ultimate happiness?

Under the streetlights, you and I are beautiful like a relief sculpture
Still talking, still laughing, what else can we do?
Thinking how beautiful it is to be born into this world