Текст и перевод песни 何韻詩 - 沙 (Live)

沙 (Live)

过去我已在这里 但太小未被在意罢
而她和他和她 包装比我美举止比我夸
但我也有眼耳望到吗? 踏上去也会痛你知吗?
平时我静默不多说话 表达有点差
但也盼被慰问一下 明知眼泪没有光
仍然很想闪一下 如果我是金刚钻
问你更在乎吗?
即使身价像细沙 都想得你留神嘛
都想可以成为 荒土千里被北风吹起
吹进你眼内细沙 即使讲到喉咙沙
得不到你同情吗? 要是注定被你这么疏忽
也盼你留下 让你皮鞋听我说话
好吗? 好吗? 好吗?
我话我昨夜哭了
你笑笑当我讲笑 任我就算多小
我也有难题也未算小 容许我就当骚扰
借对耳分享我寂寥 除非我并不紧要
未配有这需要
即使身价像细沙 都想得你留神嘛
都想可以成为 荒土千里被北风吹起
吹进你眼内细沙 即使讲到喉咙沙
得不到你同情吗?
# 你在世上另有很多东西 更加高贵
对我好不够伟大吗? (你没有苦恼未说嘛你没有需要被爱嘛 你又有倾诉伴侣嘛 要人陪嘛) #
即使身价像细沙 都想得你留神嘛
都想可以成为 荒土千里被北风吹起
(北风吹过独一的一颗)
吹进你眼内细沙 即使讲到喉咙沙
得不到你同情吗?
你话我又从未踏足高处怎会跌下
小痛放到最大吗? 就算假就算夸
愿你偶尔也问句泥沙 今天好吗?

Sand (Live)

In the past I've been here, but too little to be acknowledged, weren't I?
And she and he and she, their packaging is so much more beautiful, their manners far more exaggerated than mine.
But do I not also have eyes and ears? Do you not think that when I step on it, it will hurt?
Normally, I am silent, don't speak much, and my ability to express myself is slightly off,
But I also hope to be comforted a little. Knowing full well that tears have no light,
I still really want to shine for a moment, as if I were a diamond.
Would you care more about me then?
Even if my value is like fine sand, I would still want you to pay attention, right?
I really want to be a barren land that is blown up by the north wind for a thousand miles,
Blowing into your eyes like fine sand, even if it makes my throat feel like sandpaper,
Will you still not sympathize with me? If it is destined that I am to be so neglected by you,
I also hope that you will remain and let your leather shoes listen to me speak.
Okay? Okay? Okay?
I told you that I cried last night,
You laughed it off as a joke, no matter how small I am,
I also have my problems, and they are not so insignificant. Please allow me to just vent,
Lend me your ear to share my loneliness, unless I am not important enough for you,
I am not worthy of this need.
Even if my value is like fine sand, I would still want you to pay attention, right?
I really want to be a barren land that is blown up by the north wind for a thousand miles,
Blowing into your eyes like fine sand, even if it makes my throat feel like sandpaper,
Will you still not sympathize with me?
# You have many other things in the world that are more precious,
Isn't it enough for you to be nice to me? (You have no troubles to speak of. You have no need to be loved, do you? Do you have someone else to confide in? Do you need someone to accompany you?) #
Even if my value is like fine sand, I would still want you to pay attention, right?
I really want to be a barren land that is blown up by the north wind for a thousand miles,
(The north wind blows over a single heart)
Blowing into your eyes like fine sand, even if it makes my throat feel like sandpaper,
Will you still not sympathize with me?
You said that I have never been to a high place, so how could I have fallen?
Am I making a small pain seem like a big one? Even if it is fake, even if it is exaggerated,
I hope that sometimes you will also ask the mud and sand, "How are you doing today?"