Текст и перевод песни Mr. - 森林 - Live

森林 - Live

靜靜凝視窗前
腦海的思緒像花 在冬季睡眠
天邊已泛彩霞
這一刻都市像畫 但始終一個歸家
轉眼間 太多的變化
人潮內聽這鬧市的笑話
瞬間所有悲傷 都只覺渺小
慢慢學會 世界若暫停 仍不再重要

其實 命運就像大廈
如都市幻化 凌亂如燈火中的密碼
露台 看看世界吧
這個天下 閃爍風光不再嗎
經過幾多變化

夜幕來襲森林
這朵花 不會盛開 但始終想再喧嘩
花與花 再不懂去愛嗎
活在大世界化做敵人 如此冷酷嗎

其實 命運就像大廈
如都市幻化 凌亂如燈火中的密碼
露台 看看世界吧
這個天下 用盡方法建立這一個家
每朵 高高低低的花
為都市腐化 零落時找到它的代價
但仍有個美態吧 不怕倒下
天邊的一顆碎花
為誰而腐化

其實 命運就像大廈
如都市幻化 凌亂如燈火中的密碼
露台 看看世界吧.
這個天下 用盡方法建立這一個家
卑躬屈膝的花
為都市腐化 零落時擦亮這個家
但仍有個美態吧 不怕倒下
花開花飛花似畫

經得起變化

Forest - Live

Silently gazing out the window
The thoughts in my mind are like flowers, sleeping in the winter.
The horizon is already turning a colorful red glow.
At this moment, the city is like a painting, but home is always a return.
In the blink of an eye, too many changes have taken place.
Amidst the crowds, I listen to the jokes of this noisy city.
In an instant, all sorrows suddenly seem so insignificant.
I'm slowly learning that if the world paused, it would no longer matter.

In fact, fate is like a skyscraper,
Changing like a city, as chaotic as the codes in the city lights.
Let's go to the balcony and look at the world,
Is this world no longer shining?
After all these changes.

Night falls on the forest,
This flower will never bloom, but it still wants to make some noise.
Do flowers not understand love anymore?
Living in a big, cruel world, have we turned into enemies?

In fact, fate is like a skyscraper,
Changing like a city, as chaotic as the codes in the city lights.
Let's go to the balcony and look at the world,
This world has used every means to build this home.
Every flower, tall and short,
Falling when the city is corrupted, finding its worth in its decline.
But it still has a kind of beauty, unafraid to fall.
A broken flower in the sky,
For whom did it wilt?

In fact, fate is like a skyscraper,
Changing like a city, as chaotic as the codes in the city lights.
Let's go to the balcony and look at the world.
This world has used every means to build this home.
A humble flower,
Falling when the city is corrupted, illuminating this home in its decline.
But it still has a kind of beauty, unafraid to fall.
Blossoming, falling, my love, it's like a painting.

Able to withstand change