Текст и перевод песни 林奕匡 - 寫詩

寫詩

青衫陋室孤燈
裝一個最淒涼書呆子
月光西風落花
用詞差點酸到我自己

對仗擬人比喻
堆砌每個華麗的句子
五言七言絕句
絕對悲傷得讓你哭泣

我只能夠寫詩 寫詩
詩中的風花雪月你不知
撩動情絲 鋪一場相思的梅雨

雨滴到最後只能將這白紙 都沾濕
風乾後放進我的櫃子裡
到底這首詩寫給我還是你
我不知

有意取名無題
生一種不知名的悲慼
春意不能提及
天才值得哭哭啼啼

我是想感動你
還是讓自己不能自已
營造一份堅持
好讓苦戀苦得美麗

我只能夠寫詩 寫詩
詩中的風花雪月你不知
撩動情絲 鋪一場相思的梅雨

雨滴到最後只能將這白紙 都沾濕
風乾後放進我的櫃子裡
到底這首詩寫給我還是你

你愛不愛我多一個字不多
不愛也是愛我到底在寫甚麼
每首詩都比我難過
難道我就能不寂寞

我只能夠寫詩 寫詩
詩中的風花雪月你不知
撩動情絲 鋪一場相思的梅雨

雨滴到最後只能將這白紙 都沾濕
我的櫃子裡
到底這首詩寫給我還是你
我不知

Writing Poetry

In a shabby study lit by a lone lamp
I play the part of a desolate bookworm
Moonlight, western wind, fallen flowers
My choice of words is almost too sour for me

Parallelism, personification, and similes
I pile on every gorgeous phrase
Five-character quatrains, seven-character quatrains
They're so sad they'll definitely make you cry

All I can do is write poetry
The wind, flowers, and moonlight in my poems you don't know
Plucking at your heartstrings, spreading out a field of lovesick plum rain

In the end, raindrops can only moisten this white paper
After they dry, I'll put them in my cabinet
In the end, was this poem written for me or for you?
I don't know

I intentionally untitled it
To give birth to a kind of nameless sorrow
I can't mention springtime
It's worth crying your eyes out over it

I want to move you
Or let myself get carried away
Creating the illusion of persistence
To make bitter love beautifully bitter

All I can do is write poetry
The wind, flowers, and moonlight in my poems you don't know
Plucking at your heartstrings, spreading out a field of lovesick plum rain

In the end, raindrops can only moisten this white paper
After they dry, I'll put them in my cabinet
In the end, was this poem written for me or for you?

Whether you love me or not, one more word wouldn't hurt
Not love is also love. What on earth am I writing?
Every poem is sadder than I am
Could it be that I could stop being lonely?

All I can do is write poetry
The wind, flowers, and moonlight in my poems you don't know
Plucking at your heartstrings, spreading out a field of lovesick plum rain

In the end, raindrops can only moisten this white paper
In my cabinet
In the end, was this poem written for me or for you?
I don't know