紅玫瑰(國) - Eason Chan перевод на английский

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 (National)

I dream of dreams that I can't wake up from, red in the red line that is confined
All the excitement is just tired pain, no longer moved
When I hug you from behind, I expect his face
It's really ironic, I don't quite understand, but I want you to understand
Is happiness too heavy?
Overuse, no pain, no itching
Rotten red, empty pupils
Finally emptied, finally an end
The unattainable is always in turmoil
The ones who are favored are all fearless
The red of a rose, a dream that is easily hurt
Holding it in my hand, but it slips through my fingers, and it's empty again
Red is the cinnabar mole imprinted on my heart, red is the mediocrity of mosquito blood
Time beautifies the only throbbing, also grinds the excitement
When I hug you from behind, I expect his face
It's really ironic, I don't quite understand, but I want you to understand
Is happiness too heavy?
Overuse, no pain, no itching
Rotten red, empty pupils
Finally emptied, finally an end
The unattainable is always in turmoil
The ones who are favored are all fearless
The red of a rose, a dream that is easily hurt
Holding it in my hand, but it slips through my fingers, and it's empty again
Is it too heavy to say love?
Overuse, no pain, no itching
Burning red, snakes winding around my heart
Finally frozen, finally an end
The unattainable is always in turmoil
The ones who are favored are all fearless
The red of a rose, a dream that is easily hurt
Holding it in my hand, but it slips through my fingers
The unattainable is always in turmoil
The ones who are favored are all fearless
The red of a rose, a dream that blooms in the wound
Holding it in my hand, but it slips through my fingers, and it's empty again