Текст и перевод песни 楊千嬅 - 稀客

稀客

為何男孩都這副德性? 沒法忍受慾望停定
年輕要任性 外出要盡興 熱戀也像驅車過境
好好觀光 親手攝影 抱抱陌生的背影
然後你繼續行程 玩遍每座城 護照裏蓋上各式簽證

遊客是你 風景是我
無法避免 讓你經過
薔薇如期盛放 遊人如期過路
情人如期相愛至到分開

就像命書中批過
在最後 都化作烏有
但那天曾實在 華麗地邂逅
早發生過 好等你繼續走

年華磨成的精緻優雅 未夠一夜便用完吧
由稀客路過 玩賞讚譽過 什麼故事也沒留下
山光水色 芳草野花 你那日記寫過嗎?
難道我美麗年華 為裝飾一下 夜裏你那無聊的牽掛

遊客是你 風景是我
無法避免 讓你經過
薔薇如期盛放 遊人如期過路
情人如期相愛至到分開

就像命書中批過
在最後都化作烏有
但那天曾實在 華麗地邂逅
早發生過 不阻你繼續走

命運暫且的交錯
在最後都化作烏有
但那天曾實在 華麗地邂逅
這個詛咒 不知算應了沒有?

即使間相戀像化緣
以後亦無內疚 還哪有藉口

Rare Visitor

Why are boys all like this? Unable to withstand the stillness of desire.
Youth must be capricious, outings must be indulged in, even passionate love is like driving through a foreign land.
Sightseeing well, taking pictures with your own hands, embracing unfamiliar figures.
Then you continue your journey, playing through every city, your passport stamped with all kinds of visas.

You are the tourist, I am the scenery.
Unavoidably, I let you pass through.
Roses bloom on schedule, tourists pass by on schedule.
Lovers fall in love on schedule, until they part.

Just as the book of fate predicted,
In the end, everything turns to nothing.
But that day, there was a truly magnificent encounter.
It happened, so you could continue on your way.

The exquisite elegance honed by time, wasn't it used up in a single night?
Passed by as a rare visitor, admired and praised, but no story was left behind.
The beautiful scenery, the fragrant grass and wildflowers, did you write about them in your diary?
Was my beautiful youth just meant to decorate your boring worries at night?

You are the tourist, I am the scenery.
Unavoidably, I let you pass through.
Roses bloom on schedule, tourists pass by on schedule.
Lovers fall in love on schedule, until they part.

Just as the book of fate predicted,
In the end, it all turns to nothing.
But that day, there was a truly magnificent encounter.
It happened, not stopping you from moving on.

The temporary intersection of fate,
In the end, it all turns to nothing.
But that day, there was a truly magnificent encounter.
This curse, I wonder if it has come to pass?

Even if this brief love was like begging,
There will be no guilt later, and what excuse is there left?