Текст и перевод песни 蔣卓嘉 - 沒有之一

沒有之一

當有些該 直接說的話 變得饒口
她越過了線 往人少的方向 從容出走
這城市像 移動迷宮 誰都顛倒 誰都迷惑
唯有她赤裸裸的面孔 美的像偏頭痛
身為一個吉他手
我樂意為她獨特的 旋律伴奏 哪些和弦 讓手疼痛
越讓人擁有 愛上的理由
她說 聽著 吉他手
未來像垃圾時間 可有可沒有 若人只是醒著夢遊
心跳在左胸口
那是最美的 沒有之一 的節奏
當他們 都怕 輸在起跑點的時候
她反問我 沒先想目的地 要沖什麼
茫然的人 摩肩擦踵 或許順流 也是逆流
唯有她蜉游著的笑容 彷彿即興創作
身為一個吉他手
我樂意為她獨特的 旋律伴奏 哪些和弦 讓手疼痛
越讓人擁有 愛上的理由
她說 聽著 吉他手
未來像垃圾時間 可有可沒有 若人只是醒著夢遊
心跳在左胸口
那是最美的 沒有之一 的節奏
面對世界的荒謬 叛逆是小小 的復仇
她用寂寞以身作則 給了我自由
身為她的吉他手
我想為我們獨有的 旋律伴奏 哪些和弦 讓手疼痛
越讓人擁有 愛上的理由
她說 聽著 吉他手
過去像垃圾時間 可有可沒有 直到此刻我們相擁
心跳在左胸口
像倔強盛開的 美麗的花朵
那是最最美麗 沒有之一的
我想用一輩子 彈奏的節奏

None Like One

When there are things that should be said directly become subtle,
She crossed the line and walked away calmly towards a direction with fewer people.
This city is like a moving labyrinth, everyone is confused and disoriented.
Only her bare face, as beautiful as a migraine,
As a guitarist,
I'd love to accompany her unique melody, which chords make my hands ache?
The more reasons one has to fall in love,
She said, Listen, guitarist,
The future is like the garbage time, dispensable, if people live like sleepwalkers,
The heart beats in the left chest,
That is the most beautiful, none like one, rhythm,
When they are all afraid of losing at the starting line,
She asked me back, if one doesn't think about the destination, what are they chasing for?
People in confusion pass by each other, maybe following the flow is against the flow,
Only her fleeting smile, as if an impromptu creation,
As a guitarist,
I'd love to accompany her unique melody, which chords make my hands ache?
The more reasons one has to fall in love,
She said, Listen, guitarist,
The future is like the garbage time, dispensable, if people live like sleepwalkers,
The heart beats in the left chest,
That is the most beautiful, none like one, rhythm,
Facing the absurdity of the world, rebellion is a little revenge,
She used loneliness as an example, giving me freedom,
As her guitarist,
I want to accompany our unique melody, which chords make my hands ache?
The more reasons one has to fall in love,
She said, Listen, guitarist,
The past is like the garbage time, dispensable, until this moment when we embrace,
The heart beats in the left chest,
Like a blooming flower in defiance,
That is the most, most beautiful, none like one,
The rhythm I want to play for a lifetime.