Текст и перевод песни 劉美君 - 一對舊皮鞋

一對舊皮鞋

他乡里跨过冰雪的疆界
踏着长路与短街
始终靠紧我不怕风霜阻
是这双旧白皮鞋

想起爸爸
将粗线每步每针的紧拉
来造这鞋交给我沿路穿戴
一走数千里风雨中冲晒
现在皮鞋已穿歪
想起故乡处苦干的爸爸
亦已经日渐年迈

梦里又再遇见故乡里的街
老爹两手颤抖补鞋
没法为你奉上冷糕饼一块
老爹你竟说我乖
打掌一声一声再响彻小街
每一下都透于天涯
爸爸爸爸我知我所欠的债
我总会归到这街

爸爸你可会手里的针线
现在无力再紧拉
爸爸你可会不懂得新款
没法将皮鞋来卖

我很清楚
当初你以热爱牺牲的心
来造这鞋交给我沿路穿戴
一走数千里风雨中冲晒
现在皮鞋已穿歪
想起故乡处苦干的爸爸
亦已经日渐年迈
想起故乡处苦干的爸爸
亦已经日渐年迈

梦里又再遇见故乡里的街
老爹两手颤抖补鞋
没法为你奉上冷糕饼一块
老爹你竟说我乖
打掌一声一声再响彻小街
每一下都透于天涯
爸爸爸爸我知我所欠的债
我总会归到这街

梦里又再遇见故乡里的街
老爹两手颤抖补鞋
没法为你奉上冷糕饼一块
老爹你竟说我乖
打掌一声一声再响彻小街
每一下都透于天涯
爸爸爸爸我知我所欠的债
我总会归到这街

梦里又再遇见故乡里的街
老爹两手颤抖补鞋
没法为你奉上冷糕饼一块
老爹你竟说我乖

A Pair of Old Shoes

Across the icy borders of a foreign land,
I walk down long roads and short streets,
Always by my side, unafraid of frost and wind,
These old white shoes.

I remember Dad,
Tightening each stitch with strong thread,
Making these shoes for me to wear on my journey.
Thousands of miles walked, under sun and rain,
Now the shoes are worn out,
Remembering my hardworking Dad back home,
Growing old with the years.

In my dreams, I see the streets of my hometown again,
Dad, his hands trembling as he mends my shoes.
He couldn't offer me a cold cake,
He just said, "You're a good girl."
He clapped his hands, the sound echoed through the small streets,
Every clap reaching across the distance.
Dad, Dad, I know what I owe you,
I will return to this street.

Dad, are your hands too weak now,
Unable to hold the thread tightly?
Dad, do you not understand the new trends?
Unable to sell these shoes anymore?

I know well,
You poured your love and sacrifice into making these shoes,
For me to wear on my journey.
Thousands of miles walked, under sun and rain,
Now the shoes are worn out.
Remembering my hardworking Dad back home,
Growing old with the years.
Remembering my hardworking Dad back home,
Growing old with the years.

In my dreams, I see the streets of my hometown again,
Dad, his hands trembling as he mends my shoes.
He couldn't offer me a cold cake,
He just said, "You're a good girl."
He clapped his hands, the sound echoed through the small streets,
Every clap reaching across the distance.
Dad, Dad, I know what I owe you,
I will return to this street.

In my dreams, I see the streets of my hometown again,
Dad, his hands trembling as he mends my shoes.
He couldn't offer me a cold cake,
He just said, "You're a good girl."
He clapped his hands, the sound echoed through the small streets,
Every clap reaching across the distance.
Dad, Dad, I know what I owe you,
I will return to this street.

In my dreams, I see the streets of my hometown again,
Dad, his hands trembling as he mends my shoes.
He couldn't offer me a cold cake,
He just said, "You're a good girl."