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那雙看見的手

5歲小手 拉著大手
童年劃成一條蜿蜒的溪流
流過快樂 也流過了折磨
流著流著流成熟

15歲的雙手 蠢蠢欲動
仰望天空 想抓住什麼
同伙一句挺我 奮不顧身地衝
失敗過 好過錯過

那雙看見的手 像溫暖的火種
點亮希望的柴火 燦爛了寒冬
那雙看見的手 把苦澀變肥沃
讓愛盛開成了花朵

20歲手 握麥克風
我的志願從考卷到電視中
輸贏定奪 人生就像選秀
敗部復活學更多

有些愛是牽手 有些是放手
好的 壞的 像人間煙火
回憶張開雙手 歡迎愛哭的我
包容我 偶爾軟弱

那雙看見的手 像溫暖的火種
點亮希望的柴火 燦爛了寒冬
那雙看見的手 把苦澀變肥沃
讓愛盛開成了遍地花朵

那雙看見的手 像溫暖的火種
點亮希望的柴火 燦爛了寒冬
那雙看見的手 把苦澀變肥沃
讓愛盛開成了花朵

那雙看見的手 像溫暖的火種
點亮希望的柴火 燦爛了寒冬
那雙看見的手 把苦澀變肥沃
讓愛盛開成了遍地花朵

那雙看見的手 是為我揮舞手
無論榮耀與嘲諷 都陪我度過
那雙看見的手 是你執子之手
幸福凝成手中的琥珀

The Hands That See

My little 5-year-old hand, holding onto yours
Childhood, drawing out a long, winding river
Flowing through happiness, also flowing through torment
Flowing and flowing and flowing into maturity

My 15-year-old hands, restless
Looking up at the sky, wanting to grasp something
A companion says, "I'll support you," so I charge forward, fearless
Failure is better than missing out

Those hands that see, like a warm fire
Igniting the fire of hope, making the cold winter radiant
Those hands that see, turning bitterness into fertility
Letting love blossom into flowers

My 20-year-old, microphone-holding hands
My aspirations going from tests to the TV screen
Life is like a talent show
I learn more from my losses

Some hands are for holding, some are for letting go
The good, the bad, they're like human fireworks
Memories open their arms, welcoming my tearful self
Embracing me, even as I falter

Those hands that see, like a warm fire
Igniting the fire of hope, making the cold winter radiant
Those hands that see, turning bitterness into fertility
Letting love bloom into flowers everywhere

Those hands that see, like a warm fire
Igniting the fire of hope, making the cold winter radiant
Those hands that see, turning bitterness into fertility
Letting love bloom into flowers

Those hands that see, like a warm fire
Igniting the fire of hope, making the cold winter radiant
Those hands that see, turning bitterness into fertility
Letting love bloom into flowers everywhere

Those hands that see, waving for my sake
Through glory and through scorn, you are always there
Those hands that see, they are your hands, tightly clasped with mine
Happiness congealed into amber