Paroles et traduction ASi - 預謀邂逅

預謀邂逅

已经习惯
这样不被注意的存在
在人群中假装冷淡
在角落里独自傻笑狂欢

已经习惯
放弃对缘分的期盼
指靠老天
不如自己套牢 噢 另一半

苦思冥想地盘算
怎样才最自然
最恰到好处的安排

或许在
某个大雨的夜晚
路过你身边不打伞
也许你会因为不忍心看我
淋湿而与我为伴

或许在
你最常出没的咖啡馆
喝一个下午的蓝山
直到你出现假装我没带钱
然后只好 让你买单

已经习惯
这种啼笑皆非的孤单
喜欢我的人我不喜欢
我喜欢的人却总在彼岸

已经习惯
放弃对缘分的期盼
指靠老天
不如自己勇敢找出答案

苦思冥想地盘算
怎样才最自然
最恰到好处的安排

或许在
某个大雨的夜晚
路过你身边不打伞
也许你会因为不忍心看我
淋湿而与我为伴

或许在
你最常出没的咖啡馆
喝一个下午的蓝山
直到你出现假装我没带钱
然后只好 让你买单

这不经意的片段
是我预谋的偶然

这幻想中的乐观
是我内向的浪漫

我多想在
某个大雨的夜晚
路过你身边不打伞
也许你会因为不忍心看我
淋湿而与我为伴

或许在
你最常出没的咖啡馆
喝一个下午的蓝山
直到你出现假装我没带钱
然后只好 让你买单

至少不会遗憾
也不会让你看出我的破绽

Premeditated Encounter

I've become accustomed to
existing like this, without being noticed.
I pretend to be aloof in crowds.
I laugh and celebrate alone in the corner.

I've become accustomed to
forsaking hope in fate.
Rather than relying on the heavens,
I'd rather ensnare my own other half.

I ponder and calculate,
scheming for the most natural way,
the most opportune arrangement.

Perhaps on
a certain rainy night,
I'll walk past you without an umbrella.
Perhaps you'll take pity on me
and keep me company because you can't bear to watch me get soaked.

Perhaps in
the coffee shop you frequent,
I'll order a Blue Mountain and linger,
until you appear and I'll pretend I've forgotten my wallet.
Then I'll charmingly ask you to pay.

I've become accustomed to
this strange and lonely existence.
The ones who like me, I don't like.
But the ones I like are always out of reach.

I've become accustomed to
forsaking hope in fate.
Rather than relying on the heavens,
I'd rather have the courage to find my own answers.

I ponder and calculate,
scheming for the most natural way,
the most opportune arrangement.

Perhaps on
a certain rainy night,
I'll walk past you without an umbrella.
Perhaps you'll take pity on me
and keep me company because you can't bear to watch me get soaked.

Perhaps in
the coffee shop you frequent,
I'll order a Blue Mountain and linger,
until you appear and I'll pretend I've forgotten my wallet.
Then I'll charmingly ask you to pay.

These seemingly coincidental events
are actually my premeditated serendipities.

This fantastical optimism
is my introverted romanticism.

How I long to be
on a certain rainy night,
walking past you without an umbrella.
Perhaps you'll take pity on me
and keep me company because you can't bear to watch me get soaked.

Perhaps in
the coffee shop you frequent,
I'll order a Blue Mountain and linger,
until you appear and I'll pretend I've forgotten my wallet.
Then I'll charmingly ask you to pay.

At least I won't have any regrets,
and I won't let you see through my facade.