Текст и перевод песни 周杰倫 - 夜曲 (Live)

夜曲 (Live)

一群嗜血的螞蟻 被腐肉所吸引
我面無表情 看孤獨的風景
失去妳 愛恨開始分明 失去妳
還有什麼事好關心
當鴿子不再象徵和平 我終於被提醒
廣場上餵食的是禿鷹
我用漂亮的押韻 形容被掠奪一空的愛情
啊 烏雲開始遮蔽夜色不乾淨
公園裡葬禮的回音 在漫天飛行
送你的白色玫瑰在純黑的環境凋零
烏鴉在樹枝上詭異的很安靜
靜靜聽 我黑色的大衣
想溫暖妳 日漸冰冷的回憶
走過的 走過的生命
啊 四周瀰漫霧氣 我在空曠的墓地 老去後還愛妳
為妳彈奏蕭邦的夜曲
(周)紀念我死去的愛情 跟夜風一樣的聲音 心碎的很好聽
手在鍵盤敲很輕 我給的思念很小心
妳埋葬的地方叫幽冥
為妳彈奏蕭邦的夜曲 紀念我死去的愛情
而我為妳隱姓埋名 在月光下彈琴
對妳心跳的感應 還是如此溫熱親近
懷念妳那鮮紅的唇印
那些斷翅的蜻蜓 散落在這森林
而我的眼睛 沒有絲毫同情
失去妳愛 恨開始分明
失去妳 我連笑容都有陰影
風在長滿青苔的屋頂 嘲笑我的傷心
像一口沒有水的枯井
我用淒美的字型 描繪後悔莫及的那愛情
為妳彈奏蕭邦的夜曲 紀念我死去的愛情
跟夜風一樣的聲音 心碎的很好聽
手在鍵盤敲很輕 我給的思念很小心
妳埋葬的地方叫幽冥
為妳彈奏蕭邦的夜曲 紀念我死去的愛情
而我為妳隱姓埋名 在月光下彈琴
對妳心跳的感應 還是如此溫熱親近
懷念妳那鮮紅的唇印
一群嗜血的螞蟻 被腐肉所吸引
我面無表情 看孤獨的風景
失去妳 愛恨開始分明 失去妳
還有什麼事好關心
當鴿子不再象徵和平 我終於被提醒
廣場上餵食的是禿鷹
我用漂亮的押韻 形容被掠奪一空的愛情

Nocturne (Live)

A swarm of bloodthirsty ants swarm around decomposing meat.
I'm detached, watching a solitary landscape.
Losing you, love and hate become distinct. Losing you,
What else is there to care about?
When doves are no longer symbols of peace, I'm finally reminded,
Vultures are fed in the square.
I use pretty rhymes to describe a love that has been plundered.
Oh, dark clouds start to blot out the unclean night.
Echoes of a funeral hover in the park.
The white roses I gave you wilt in the pitch-black surroundings.
Crows perch on branches, eerily silent.
Listen quietly to my black coat,
Trying to warm your gradually cooling memories.
The lives we've lived,
Oh, fog engulfs us. I grow old in this empty cemetery, still loving you.
Playing Chopin's Nocturne for you,
(Jay) To commemorate my dead love, a sound like the night wind, heartbreak sounds so beautiful.
My fingers tap the keys lightly, my thoughts for you are delicate.
The place where you are buried is called the underworld.
To commemorate my dead love, I play Chopin's Nocturne for you.
And I hide my name and fame for you, playing the piano under the moonlight.
My connection to your heartbeat is still so warm and familiar.
I miss the crimson imprint of your lips,
Those dragonflies with broken wings scattered in this forest,
While my eyes are devoid of sympathy.
Losing your love, hate becomes distinct.
Losing you, even my smile bears a shadow.
The wind mocks my sorrow on the moss-covered roof,
Like a dry well without water.
I use melancholy fonts to depict a love I regret.
To commemorate my dead love, I play Chopin's Nocturne for you.
A sound like the night wind, heartbreak sounds so beautiful.
My fingers tap the keys lightly, my thoughts for you are delicate.
The place where you are buried is called the underworld.
To commemorate my dead love, I play Chopin's Nocturne for you.
And I hide my name and fame for you, playing the piano under the moonlight.
My connection to your heartbeat is still so warm and familiar.
I miss the crimson imprint of your lips,
A swarm of bloodthirsty ants swarm around decomposing meat.
I'm detached, watching a solitary landscape.
Losing you, love and hate become distinct. Losing you,
What else is there to care about?
When doves are no longer symbols of peace, I'm finally reminded,
Vultures are fed in the square.
I use pretty rhymes to describe a love that has been plundered.