Текст и перевод песни 吳浩康 - 养伤

养伤

童年极率真不太憧辈份 十岁的我发问
明明狂哭不满可陆沉 成人泪水怎要强忍
成熟后伤心不放声叫嚷 廿岁总要气量
原来嚎哭这叫不沉常 埋藏无言独个养伤
太烦忙遮扰重伤 血横流皮肉要体谅
要忘怀抽干我理想 打仗练我能量
看 硬去挡冲撞 拳头长围住我不放
就当在蛮荒面对凶悍
放松前行就当冲浪
听 电结他声浪 回响帮我抹汗
成长中伤口似隐藏
养伤还原没症状 不需有哭腔
怀念着当天哭笑多漂亮 玩笑喜好至上
成人无非奸诈跟善良 怀疑原来是我妄想
挽留磨损中记忆 血痕如缝合有经历
我仍然摆出挺胸的优势 独有能力
看 硬去挡冲撞 拳头长围住我不放
就当在蛮荒面对凶悍
放松前行就当冲浪
听 电结他声浪 回响帮我抹汗
成长中伤口似隐藏
养伤还原没症状 不需有哭腔
我 没退缩失望 拳头和舆论多粗犷
若扞卫唯一锐意收放
放松前行就更倜傥
听 电结他声浪 回响帮我抹汗
成长中伤口似隐藏
养伤还原没症状 不需有哭腔

Healing Wounds

In childhood there was no hierarchy or seniority, at ten I wondered,
Why obvious and unfulfilled desires can sink like land, while adult tears are to be suppressed?
As an adult, it would be inappropriate to voice sorrow by wailing, in my twenties I should have some composure.
It turns out that crying loudly is seen as abnormal, so I keep it in and nurse my wounds alone.
I am too busy to focus on serious injuries, my skin tears and bleeds, but I have to be understanding.
To forget, I need to extinguish my ambitions, to fight and develop my resilience.
Look, I brace myself against the blows and punches that rain down on me relentlessly.
It's like facing a fierce beast in the wilderness.
As I charge forward, I pretend I'm surfing.
Listen, the sound of the electric guitar washes over me, helping me to wipe away my sweat.
As I grow, my injuries seem to heal.
As I recover, my symptoms disappear, and I don't need to cry anymore.
I miss the days when I used to laugh and cry freely, when I could express my opinions and do what I wanted.
As an adult, there's both good and evil, my suspicions were just my own delusions.
The scars I've collected along the way are like stitches, a testament to my experiences.
I've developed a stoic demeanor, a unique ability.
Look, I brace myself against the blows and punches that rain down on me relentlessly.
It's like facing a fierce beast in the wilderness.
As I charge forward, I pretend I'm surfing.
Listen, the sound of the electric guitar washes over me, helping me to wipe away my sweat.
As I grow, my injuries seem to heal.
As I recover, my symptoms disappear, and I don't need to cry anymore.
My, I've never given up on my dreams, no matter how harsh the blows or the criticism.
If I want to protect my one and only ambition, I have to be able to let go.
As I move forward, I relax and become more charming.
Listen, the sound of the electric guitar washes over me, helping me to wipe away my sweat.
As I grow, my injuries seem to heal.
As I recover, my symptoms disappear, and I don't need to cry anymore.