Текст и перевод песни Hacken Lee - 弦續

弦續

長笛被你廉價脱手在網店
勤力上進難再每晚聽古典
他帶著豎琴移居了 住鹽湖城裡面
需解散樂團難以避免

忙著要迫妳子女考試八級琴再練
忘掉妳有過樂趣在妳大提琴發現
深宵當我們播著那張同一樣紀念唱片
弦樂伴奏記憶彈著殘舊樂器隔空重聚又再見

時間樂隊 成長伴侶
能團聚一晚塵封低音管再吹
入了早一拍哪位是誰 誰人慢了歸隊
無需過份尖鋭 回憶也為追求樂趣

離別了演奏廳社會裡要不停試煉
疲倦了看看合照逐個隊員來掛念
敲響三角鈴你又記得同一幕震撼場面
台上是你我他回復同樣位置角色純熟就似那一天

時間樂隊 成長伴侶
能團聚一晚忘記家中寶貝女
入了早一拍哪位是誰 誰人慢了歸隊
無需過份尖鋭 回憶也為追求樂趣

有樂與哀喜與怒和離愁別緒
明日各自應付際遇各有各歸去

時間樂隊 演奏下去
隨旋律走過年輕高低曲折之旅
命裡指揮棒會指著誰 誰人延續下句
人生有太多類 人生這樂章真的有趣

String Continues

You sold our flute on the internet for a cheap price.
I can’t listen to classical music every night anymore because I’m busy improving myself.
He moved to Salt Lake City with his harp.
We’re going to have to disband the orchestra, it’s unavoidable.

You’re busy pushing our children to pass their grade eight piano exams.
You’ve forgotten the joy you discovered with your cello.
Late at night, we used to play that same commemorative record.
The strings accompanied our memories as we played our old instruments again, reunited across the distance.

Our band is like a lifetime companion.
We could all get together one night and dust off our bassoon and play.
Who was the one who came in early? Who was late?
We don’t need to be too sharp. It’s about finding joy in the memories.

We left the concert hall, but we have to keep testing ourselves in society.
When we get tired, we look at photos and think about each member of the band.
The sound of the triangle bell reminds you of the same thrilling moment.
You, me, and him are on stage again, back in our familiar positions, playing expertly just like that day.

Our band is like a lifetime companion.
We could all get together one night and forget about our precious daughter.
Who was the one who came in early? Who was late?
We don’t need to be too sharp. It’s about finding joy in the memories.

There’s joy, sorrow, anger, and the sadness of parting.
Tomorrow, each of us will have to deal with our own destiny, each going our own way.

Our band will keep playing.
We’ll follow the melody, through the ups and downs of our youth, on our journey.
Whose life will the conductor’s baton point to? Who will continue the next phrase?
There are so many kinds of lives. This musical composition of life is truly interesting.