Текст и перевод песни 林峯 - 赤地轉機 (Live)

赤地轉機 (Live)

遊到赤地 假設懸命於一線
都不在乎你
如快樂已是過期 亦都給你
這厭惡受不起
還要再避 可以循例敷衍你
磨滅兩週 再沒轉機
心死前再也沒法講 就像被隔離
原來失望夠 愛情無論多深厚
始終都變舊
沒有招惹詛咒 或者追究
跟你還是分手
無須內疚 各自尋覓得拯救
為何還在拖手
抑或相處下去等於揭開傷口
是快樂過都不需佔有
遊到赤地 假設懸命於一線
都不在乎你
如快樂已是過期 亦都給你
這厭惡受不起
還要再避 可以循例敷衍你
磨滅兩週 再沒轉機
心死前再也沒法講 就像被隔離
原來失望夠 愛情無論多深厚
始終都變舊
沒有招惹詛咒 或者追究
跟你還是分手
無須內疚 各自尋覓得拯救
為何還在拖手
抑或相處下去等於揭開傷口
是快樂過都不需佔有
為何還在心不對口
只怕我們沒法突破這關口
就算不開口 然後
原來失望夠 愛情無論多深厚
始終都變舊
沒有招惹詛咒 或者追究
跟你還是分手
無須內疚 各自尋覓得拯救
為何還在拖手
抑或相處下去等於揭開傷口
是快樂過都不需佔有
假設有 更難自救

Turning Point (Live)

I've reached a dead end, assuming that I'm on the brink of a crisis
You don't care about me at all
If happiness has expired, I'll give it to you too
I can't stand this disgust
I can still avoid it, I can敷衍你 as usual
Two weeks of grinding, no more chances
Before my heart dies, I can't talk anymore, it's like being isolated
It turns out that when disappointment is enough, no matter how deep love is
It will always become old
No curses or accusations
We still broke up
No need to feel guilty, we each found our own salvation
Why are we still holding hands
Or continuing to get along is like reopening a wound
It's enough that we were happy, we don't need to possess each other
I've reached a dead end, assuming that I'm on the brink of a crisis
You don't care about me at all
If happiness has expired, I'll give it to you too
I can't stand this disgust
I can still avoid it, I can敷衍你 as usual
Two weeks of grinding, no more chances
Before my heart dies, I can't talk anymore, it's like being isolated
It turns out that when disappointment is enough, no matter how deep love is
It will always become old
No curses or accusations
We still broke up
No need to feel guilty, we each found our own salvation
Why are we still holding hands
Or continuing to get along is like reopening a wound
It's enough that we were happy, we don't need to possess each other
Why are we still saying one thing but thinking another
I'm afraid we won't be able to break through this barrier
Even if we don't say it, then
It turns out that when disappointment is enough, no matter how deep love is
It will always become old
No curses or accusations
We still broke up
No need to feel guilty, we each found our own salvation
Why are we still holding hands
Or continuing to get along is like reopening a wound
It's enough that we were happy, we don't need to possess each other
Assuming that there's more, it's even harder to save ourselves