Текст и перевод песни Gin Lee - 幸福門

幸福門

何時陌生的閒人 來回目送變情人
印下你的指紋 重疊往日那位 再紮根
何時幸福再來臨 為何未見地毯的腳印
你像擦不走微塵 離開比初見逼真

門開 得到了釋放 竟非我
門關好緊閉了又為何 關住我

門常在大開過客送走了有幾多
望進出背影不能不閃過
最後留住我也得我 密碼改太多
很想請教你們有幾多個比我記得清楚
接送太多總變生疏
誰令我尚覺得可能還有不速之結果
遲遲才換鎖
當我望向這一扇門背後還想等到什麼

懷疑幸福再來臨 誰重疊我自己的腳印
卻是送餐的閒人 亦可溫飽我的心

門開 得到了釋放 竟非我
門關好緊閉了又為何 關住我

門常在大開過客送走了有幾多
望進出背影不能不閃過
最後留住我也得我 密碼改太多
很想請教你們有幾多個比我記得清楚
接送太多總變生疏
誰令我尚覺得可能還有不速之結果
遲遲才換鎖
當我望向這一扇門背後還想等到什麼

開過關過開了關了想不開也看得開
一家之主得我一個

門常在大開過客送走了有幾多
望進出背影不能不閃過
最後留住我也得我 密碼改太多
很想請教你們有幾多個比我記得清楚
接送太多總變生疏
唯獨你令我早晚擔心總有天找我 然後又路過
當我望向這一扇門還能幻想等到什麼

隨時入屋的情人 為何讓我換上新鎖

Gateway to Happiness

When did a stranger, a passerby, become a lover, sending off with a look?
Imprinting your fingerprint, overlapping the one from the past, taking root again.
When will happiness come again? Why are there no footprints on the carpet?
You're like dust that can't be wiped away, leaving more of a mark than when we first met.

The door opens, setting me free, but it's not me.
The door is shut tight, confining me once more.

The door often remains open, seeing off guests, sending them on their way.
Observing the backs of those coming and going, memories flood my mind.
In the end, I too must leave, the password changed too often.
I wonder, how many of you remember it as clearly as I do?
Too many arrivals and departures, leading to indifference.
Who makes me think that perhaps an unexpected outcome is still possible?
Hesitating to change the lock.
As I gaze upon the door, what is it that I'm still waiting for?

I question whether happiness will come again. Who will retrace my steps?
But it's just the delivery person, who can also satisfy my heart.

The door opens, setting me free, but it's not me.
The door is shut tight, confining me once more.

The door often remains open, seeing off guests, sending them on their way.
Observing the backs of those coming and going, memories flood my mind.
In the end, I too must leave, the password changed too often.
I wonder, how many of you remember it as clearly as I do?
Too many arrivals and departures, leading to indifference.
Only you make me worry, day and night, that one day you'll come looking for me, then pass me by.
Hesitating to change the lock.
As I gaze upon the door, what is it that I'm still waiting for?

Opened, closed, opened, closed, unable to let go or see clearly.
I am the only one in charge.

The door often remains open, seeing off guests, sending them on their way.
Observing the backs of those coming and going, memories flood my mind.
In the end, I too must leave, the password changed too often.
I wonder, how many of you remember it as clearly as I do?
Too many arrivals and departures, leading to indifference.
Yet, it is you alone who makes me fear that one day you will seek me out only to pass me by.
As I gaze upon the door, what is it that I still dare to dream of?

The one who could enter my home at any time, why have you made me change the locks?