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紅玫瑰(國)

夢裡夢到醒不來的夢 紅線裡被軟禁的紅
所有刺激剩下疲乏的痛 再無動於衷
從背後抱你的時候 期待的卻是他的面容
說來實在嘲諷 我不太懂 偏渴望你懂
是否幸福輕得太沉重 過度使用不癢不痛
爛熟透紅 空洞了的瞳孔 終於掏空 終於有始無終
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 容易受傷的夢 握在手中 卻流失於指縫 又落空
紅是硃砂痣烙印心口 紅是蚊子血般平庸
時間美化那僅有的悸動 也磨平激動
從背後抱你的時候 期待的卻是他的面容
說來實在嘲諷 我不太懂 偏渴望你懂
是否幸福輕得太沉重 過度使用不癢不痛
爛熟透紅 空洞了的瞳孔 終於掏空 終於有始無終
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 容易受傷的夢 握在手中 卻流失於指縫 又落空
是否說愛都太過沉重 過度使用不癢不痛
燒得火紅 蛇行纏繞心中 終於冷凍 終於有始無終
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 容易受傷的夢 握在手中 卻流失於指縫
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 傷口綻放的夢 握在手中 卻流失於指縫 再落空

Red Rose

In dreams I dream of dreams from which I cannot wake, imprisoned in red strings of scarlet.
All that excitement leaves behind only weary pain, no longer causing a stir in my heart.
When I hold you in my arms from behind, it is his face I long to see.
It is truly ironic, I cannot understand, yet I long for you to understand.
Is happiness too light to bear, its excessive use leaving no itch, no pain?
Rotten to the core, my pupils hollow, finally emptied, finally beginning and ending with nothing.
That which cannot be obtained forever stirs the soul, while those who are favored become complacent.
The crimson of a rose, a vulnerable dream, held in my hand, yet slipping through my fingers, lost again.
Red is cinnabar, a birthmark on my heart, red is mosquito blood, so commonplace.
Time beautifies that one flutter of the heart, and also wears away the thrill.
When I hold you in my arms from behind, it is his face I long to see.
It is truly ironic, I cannot understand, yet I long for you to understand.
Is happiness too light to bear, its excessive use leaving no itch, no pain?
Rotten to the core, my pupils hollow, finally emptied, finally beginning and ending with nothing.
That which cannot be obtained forever stirs the soul, while those who are favored become complacent.
The crimson of a rose, a vulnerable dream, held in my hand, yet slipping through my fingers, lost again.
Perhaps saying "I love you" is too heavy, its overuse leaving no itch, no pain.
Burning crimson, like a snake coiling around my heart, finally frozen, finally beginning and ending with nothing.
That which cannot be obtained forever stirs the soul, while those who are favored become complacent.
The crimson of a rose, a vulnerable dream, held in my hand, yet slipping through my fingers
That which cannot be obtained forever stirs the soul, while those who are favored become complacent.
The crimson of a rose, a dream blooming with wounds, held in my hand, yet slipping through my fingers.