Текст песни и перевод на английский 孫子涵 - 破曉

破曉

烛火潦倒 夜黑风高 不友好
谁的背影 留下一丝 冷冷的笑
有时意外 比明天 来的更早
只是真相 由不得编造
如果灵魂 某个基调 被打扰
就算外表 有多礼貌 不再重要
看似心跳 消失的 如何凑巧
可知道 有些东西
你永远来不及抹掉
一次次 透过人性 不堪的视角
我抓住所谓 解开谜题的秋毫
什么遗落 什么烧焦
什么不在场的刚刚好
一回回 披露命运 伪善的辞藻
我发现事实 偶尔经不起推敲
或许潦草 或许确凿
或许伸张不该静悄悄
A2
如果灵魂 某个基调 被打扰
就算外表 有多礼貌 不再重要
看似心跳 消失的 如何凑巧
可知道 有些东西
你永远来不及抹掉
B2
一次次 透过人性 不堪的视角
我抓住所谓 解开谜题的秋毫
什么遗落 什么烧焦
什么不在场的刚刚好
一回回 披露命运 伪善的辞藻
我发现事实 偶尔经不起推敲
或许潦草 或许确凿
或许伸张不该静悄悄
B3
一次次 聆听线索 无声的控告
我坚持所谓 昭雪沉冤的必要
什么颠倒 什么混淆
什么动机设计着圈套
一回回 置身危险 堆积的池沼
我相信正义 不会缺席 我知道
所以破晓 所以明了
所以伸张不该静悄悄

Daybreak

The candle flame is dying, the night is dark and the wind is howling. It's not a friendly night.
Whose figure is that? It left a trace of a cold, heartless laugh.
Sometimes, the unexpected comes sooner than tomorrow.
But the truth cannot be fabricated.
If a certain note in the depths of one's soul is disturbed,
No matter how polite one's outward appearance may be, it no longer matters.
It seems like the heartbeat has disappeared. How strange a coincidence.
You should know that there are some things
That you will never be able to erase.
Time and time again, through the prism of the insufferable nature of humanity,
I grasp at the so-called key details to unravel the mystery.
What was lost? What was burned?
What was conveniently absent?
Time and time again, I expose the hypocritical rhetoric of fate,
And I find that the truth sometimes cannot withstand scrutiny.
Perhaps it was hasty, perhaps it was conclusive,
Perhaps justice should not be silent.
A2
If a certain note in the depths of one's soul is disturbed,
No matter how polite one's outward appearance may be, it no longer matters.
It seems like the heartbeat has disappeared. How strange a coincidence.
You should know that there are some things
That you will never be able to erase.
B2
Time and time again, through the prism of the insufferable nature of humanity,
I grasp at the so-called key details to unravel the mystery.
What was lost? What was burned?
What was conveniently absent?
Time and time again, I expose the hypocritical rhetoric of fate,
And I find that the truth sometimes cannot withstand scrutiny.
Perhaps it was hasty, perhaps it was conclusive,
Perhaps justice should not be silent.
B3
Time and time again, I listen to the silent accusations of the clues,
And I insist on the necessity of exonerating the innocent and punishing the guilty.
What was inverted? What was confounded?
What motives were behind the trap?
Time and time again, I place myself in the dangerous mire of accusations,
But I believe that justice will prevail. I know it.
So let the dawn break, let the truth be known.
Let justice prevail, and let it not be silent.