Текст и перевод песни 夏韶聲 - 黄昏的过客

黄昏的过客

黄昏残照，谁惋惜凭吊？
仿佛过客去匆匆，伤感情调。
长廊下全是老者，颓然等明朝，
垂泪对夕阳，突然我心老了。
旧日在社会交出许多贡献，
更爱惜身边子女抱着在炫耀，
回头问社会可给他几多眷顾，
对老者寸草心少照料。
一见夕阳，我盼晚景变天晓，
一见夕阳，我似望见他朝衰。老了

曾育儿女，曾肆意撒娇，
当天爱顾与关心，今天谁照料？
谁陪伴年迈老者，人如落霞飘，
无助更无援，问有谁理哭与笑？
斜阳下缓步公园中听听鸟叫，
记记当初的欢笑与旧日情调，
长廊下老者叹息中一一去了，
那叹息似一曲哀怨调。
一见夕阳，我盼晚景变天晓，
一见夕阳，我似望见他朝衰老。了

曾育儿女，曾肆意撒娇，
当天爱顾与关心，今天谁照料？
谁陪伴年迈老者，人如落霞飘，
无助更无援，问有谁理哭与笑？
斜阳下缓步公园中听听鸟叫，
记记当初的欢笑与旧日情调，
长廊下老者叹息中一一去了，
那叹息似一曲哀怨调。
一见夕阳，我盼晚景变天晓，
一见夕阳，我盼晚景变天晓，
一见夕阳，我盼晚景变天晓，
一见夕阳，我似望见他朝衰老了

A Person Passing by in the Sunset

The sunset's fading glow, who regrets and mourns?
Like a passerby rushing past, a sentimental melody.
In the long corridor full of old people, waiting for tomorrow in vain,
Shedding tears facing the setting sun, my heart suddenly grew old.
In the old days in society, they made many contributions,
They cherished their children and grandchildren, hugging them and showing them off,
Looking back, they asked society for a little care,
But little care was given to the old people.
At the sight of the sunset, I long for dusk to turn into dawn,
At the sight of the sunset, I seem to see the decline of tomorrow. It is old

They once raised children, they once spoiled them,
When they were loved and cared for, who takes care of them today?
Who will accompany the elderly, who are like fallen petals,
Helpless and helpless, is there anyone who cares about their crying and laughing?
Walking slowly in the park under the setting sun, listening to the birds singing,
Recalling the laughter and old feelings of the past,
The old people in the long corridor sighed and left one by one,
Their sighs were like a mournful melody.
At the sight of the sunset, I long for dusk to turn into dawn,
At the sight of the sunset, I seem to see the decline of tomorrow. It is over.

They once raised children, they once spoiled them,
When they were loved and cared for, who takes care of them today?
Who will accompany the elderly, who are like fallen petals,
Helpless and helpless, is there anyone who cares about their crying and laughing?
Walking slowly in the park under the setting sun, listening to the birds singing,
Recalling the laughter and old feelings of the past,
The old people in the long corridor sighed and left one by one,
Their sighs were like a mournful melody.
At the sight of the sunset, I long for dusk to turn into dawn,
At the sight of the sunset, I long for dusk to turn into dawn,
At the sight of the sunset, I long for dusk to turn into dawn,
At the sight of the sunset, I seem to see the decline of tomorrow