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                            鴕鳥式沈默
Ostrich-Like Silence
                         
                        
                            
                                        狂风掠过了街道 
                            
                                            A 
                                        strong 
                                        wind 
                                        swept 
                                        across 
                                        the 
                                        streets, 
                            
                         
                        
                        
                            
                                        飞蛾在灯下围绕 
                            
                                        Moths 
                                        circled 
                                        the 
                                        light, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        用安静争吵 
                            
                                        Arguing 
                                        in 
                                        silence. 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        我们 
                                        tonight 
                                        声音 
                                        离开 
                            
                                        Our 
                                        voices 
                                        left 
                                        tonight, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        我们 
                                        tonight 
                                        声音 
                                        不在 
                            
                                        Our 
                                        voices 
                                        are 
                                        gone 
                                        tonight. 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        鸵鸟方式的沉默 
                            
                                        Ostrich-like 
                                        silence, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        我们擅长的软弱 
                            
                                        Our 
                                        weakness 
                                        at 
                                        its 
                                        best, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        用最寂静的节奏 
                            
                                        In 
                                        the 
                                        most 
                                        silent 
                                        rhythm, 
                            
                         
                                
                        
                            
                                        装饰我们最深处的怒吼 
                            
                                        We 
                                        decorate 
                                        our 
                                        deepest 
                                        roars. 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        乌云密布 
                                        雨下得很冷漠 
                            
                                        The 
                                        rain 
                                        pours 
                                        down, 
                                        indifferent, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        空气潮湿 
                                        蜗牛在倒着走 
                            
                                        The 
                                        air 
                                        is 
                                        humid, 
                                        the 
                                        snail 
                                        walks 
                                        in 
                                        reverse, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        一群蚂蚁 
                                        在屋簷下发抖 
                            
                                            A 
                                        group 
                                        of 
                                        ants 
                                        tremble 
                                        under 
                                        the 
                                        eaves, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        排成一列 
                                        像悲伤的轮廓 
                            
                                        Lined 
                                        up 
                                        like 
                                            a 
                                        sad 
                                        silhouette, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        雨水流过 
                                        充血的视网膜 
                            
                                        The 
                                        rain 
                                        flows 
                                        across 
                                        my 
                                        bloodshot 
                                        retina, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        看着灵魂 
                                        在压抑中变皱 
                            
                                        Watching 
                                        my 
                                        soul 
                                        wither 
                                        in 
                                        the 
                                        oppression, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        整个世界 
                                        人要练习沉默 
                            
                                        The 
                                        whole 
                                        world 
                                        must 
                                        practice 
                                        silence, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        没有声音 
                                        就不会有诱惑 
                            
                                        Without 
                                        sound, 
                                        there 
                                        will 
                                        be 
                                        no 
                                        temptation. 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        我们 
                                        tonight 
                                        声音 
                                        离开 
                            
                                        Our 
                                        voices 
                                        left 
                                        tonight, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        我们 
                                        tonight 
                                        声音 
                                        不在 
                            
                                        Our 
                                        voices 
                                        are 
                                        gone 
                                        tonight. 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        鸵鸟方式的沉默 
                            
                                        Ostrich-like 
                                        silence, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        我们擅长的软弱 
                            
                                        Our 
                                        weakness 
                                        at 
                                        its 
                                        best, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        用最寂静的节奏 
                            
                                        In 
                                        the 
                                        most 
                                        silent 
                                        rhythm, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        装饰我们最深处的怒吼 
                            
                                        We 
                                        decorate 
                                        our 
                                        deepest 
                                        roars. 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        狂风掠过了街道 
                            
                                            A 
                                        strong 
                                        wind 
                                        swept 
                                        across 
                                        the 
                                        streets, 
                            
                         
                        
                        
                            
                                        什么声音 
                                        听不到 
                            
                                        What 
                                        sound 
                                        can 
                                        you 
                                        hear? 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        鸵鸟方式的沉默 
                            
                                        Ostrich-like 
                                        silence, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        告诉自己没有错 
                            
                                        Telling 
                                        yourself 
                                        you 
                                        are 
                                        not 
                                        wrong, 
                            
                         
                        
                            
                                        用最宁静的节奏 
                            
                                        In 
                                        the 
                                        most 
                                        peaceful 
                                        rhythm. 
                            
                         
                    
                    
                    
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                        Writer(s): Jae Chong, Jun Lang Huang
                    
                    
                
                    
                        
                                
                                
                                    Album
                                    黑的意念
                                    
                                         date de sortie
 01-08-2014
                                 
                         
                        
                        
                        
                        
                     
                    
                 
                
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