Paroles et traduction 陳柏宇 - 上集大結局 (The Players Live)

上集大結局 (The Players Live)

（大結局 大結局）
（大結局 結局）

等等 等等
要給你歌唱半生 祝福各樣好運
一忽 一忽
愛戀與工作細分 分享各項不幸

（排佈局）十二支單曲都美
（求再續）系列進化細膩
（全到肉）而連起多麼詭秘
怕爛尾

其實叫經典要幾部（問號問號）
難在串燒需要起爐（也要句號）
無謂夾硬加插分號 又延外傳幾套
翻單變等號

忽高 忽低
我心態總有變更 點樣繼續穩陣
開咪 熄咪
須徹底 都徹底 講到底
到底三幅被 冚得住 幾多味

（大結局）明明早好好收尾
（誰發夢 ）下集播放了未
（齊中伏）而暇想多麼優美
寵壞你

雖則我其實 經典無幾部（頓號頓號）
奇在有真心有喜怒（卻無暗號）
無謂夾硬分拆幾路 待齊集一整套
分析到感冒

我沒法每步（我沒法每步） 也代你透露（也代你透露）
但更不想偷偷吞吐 那麼等於怨怨相報
留白到我老 然後你也老
逐個故仔講得一半 最後掛腸又牽肚

兩部四部八部 串做四十八部
搭上搭終告預告 序次隨時被顛倒
偏偏曲譜 首首接好

（其實叫經典要幾部）我講真要點做 嗱嗱嗱嗱
原諒我參不透天道 有無訊號
無力貫通整套思路 便明白多深奧
總之有出路 耶

算吧（難及我一口氣呼嚎）
算吧 耶（難及我一口氣呼嚎）
算吧（難及我一口氣呼嚎）
難道最經典最經典最經典叫final

Grand Finale (The Players Live)

(The finale the finale)
(The ultimate conclusion)

Wait, wait
Let me sing to you my whole lifeAnd bless you with countless fortunes
Suddenly, suddenly
Love and work meticulously balancedSharing all the unfortunate experiences

(Arranging the layout) Twelve singles, all beautiful
(Asking for a sequel) The series evolves in detail
(Perfectly cooked) Connected in a mysterious way
I'm afraid of the ending

In fact, how many acts does it take to become a classic (question mark question mark)
The difficult part is that the mixNeeds to be prepared (and needs a definitive ending)
It's useless to force a semicolonAnd extend the spin-off into several more acts
Turning the single into an equals sign

Highs, lows
My feelings are always changingHow can I stay steady and stable?
Open mic, close mic
It must be thoroughlyThoroughly considered
After all, the three veils coverHow much flavor

(Grand Finale) It should have ended well this morning
(Who's dreaming) Has the next episode aired yet?
(We're all duped) But the thought of it is so beautiful
Spoiling you

Even though I don't really have many classics (comma comma)
It's strange that there's sincerity and joy and anger (but no codes)
It's useless to split them into different paths and wait to collect the whole set
Analysis leading to a cold

I can't tell you what every step is (I can't tell you what every step is)Or reveal it on your behalf (or reveal it on your behalf)
But I don't want to keep it a secretThat would be like holding a grudge
Leaving it blank until I'm oldAnd then you'll be old too
Each story is half-toldLeaving you hanging and yearning for more

Two, four, eight actsTotaling forty-eight
Connected and teased again and againThe order can be reversed at any time
But the scoresAll fit together perfectly

(In fact, how many acts does it take to become a classic)I'm telling you, what should I do? Come on, come on, come on
Forgive me for not being able to decipher the will of heaven,Is there any signal?
Unable to grasp the whole pictureI'll understand how profound it is
Anyway, there's a way out

Forget it (it's not as good as me shouting out in one breath)
Forget it (it's not as good as me shouting out in one breath)
Forget it (it's not as good as me shouting out in one breath)
Could it be that the greatest classic, the greatest classic, the greatest classic is called the finale?