Текст и перевод песни 張碧晨 - 紅玫瑰 (Live)

紅玫瑰 (Live)

夢裡夢著醒不來的夢 紅線裡被軟禁的紅
所有刺激剩下疲乏的痛 再無動於衷
從背後抱你的時候 期待的卻是她的面容
說來實在嘲諷 我不太懂 偏渴望你懂
是否幸福輕得太沉重 過度使用不癢不痛
爛熟透紅 空洞了的瞳孔
終於掏空 終於有始無終
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 容易受傷的夢
握在手中 卻流失於指縫
紅是硃砂痣烙印心口 紅是蚊子血般平庸
時間美化那僅有的悸動 也磨平激動
從背後抱你的時候 期待的卻是他的面容
說來實在嘲諷 我不太懂 偏渴望你懂
是否幸福輕得太沉重 過度使用不癢不痛
爛熟透紅 空洞了的瞳孔
終於掏空 終於有始無終
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 容易受傷的夢
握在手中 卻流失於指縫 又落空
是否說愛都太過沉重 過度使用不癢不痛
燒得火紅 蛇行纏繞心中
終於冷凍 終於有始無終
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 容易受傷的夢
握在手中 卻流失於指縫 又落空
是否說愛都太過沉重 過度使用不癢不痛
燒得火紅 蛇行纏繞心中
終於冷凍 終於有始無終
得不到的永遠在騷動 被偏愛的都有恃無恐
玫瑰的紅 蛇行纏繞心中
握在手中 卻流失於指縫 又落空

Red Rose (Live)

A dream within a dream, from which I cannot wake, a red thread that binds me.
All excitement leaves only a dull ache, leaving me numb.
When I hold you from behind, it's her face I long to see.
It's ironic, I know, I don't quite understand, yet I yearn for you to understand.
Is happiness too light, too heavy, overused until it becomes numb?
A deep, crimson red, empty pupils.
Finally hollowed out, finally a story without an end.
What we can't have always tempts us, those who are favored have nothing to fear.
The red of a rose, a dream easily broken.
Held in my hands, yet slipping through my fingers.
Red like a cinnabar mole imprinted on my heart, red as mundane as mosquito blood.
Time romanticizes the fleeting moments of excitement and dulls the thrill.
When I hold you from behind, it's his face I long to see.
It's ironic, I know, I don't quite understand, yet I yearn for you to understand.
Is happiness too light, too heavy, overused until it becomes numb?
A deep, crimson red, empty pupils.
Finally hollowed out, finally a story without an end.
What we can't have always tempts us, those who are favored have nothing to fear.
The red of a rose, a dream easily broken.
Held in my hands, yet slipping through my fingers, falling into emptiness.
Is it that saying "I love you" is too heavy, overused until it becomes numb?
Burning red, a serpent coiling around my heart.
Finally frozen, finally a story without an end.
What we can't have always tempts us, those who are favored have nothing to fear.
The red of a rose, a dream easily broken.
Held in my hands, yet slipping through my fingers, falling into emptiness.
Is it that saying "I love you" is too heavy, overused until it becomes numb?
Burning red, a serpent coiling around my heart.
Finally frozen, finally a story without an end.
What we can't have always tempts us, those who are favored have nothing to fear.
The red of a rose, a serpent coiling around my heart.
Held in my hands, yet slipping through my fingers, falling into emptiness.