开到荼糜 - 蕭敬騰 перевод на английский

开到荼糜

開到荼靡
每隻螞蟻 都有眼睛鼻子 牠美不美麗 偏差有沒有一毫釐 有何關係
每一個人 傷心了就哭泣 餓了就要吃 相差大不過天地 有何刺激
有太多太多魔力 太少道理
太多太多遊戲 只是為了好奇
還有什麼值得 歇斯底里
對什麼東西 死心塌地
一個一個偶像 都不外如此
沉迷過的偶像 一個個消失
誰曾傷天害理 誰又是上帝
我們在等待 什麼奇蹟
最後剩下自己 捨不得挑剔
最後對著自己 也不大看的起
誰給我全世界 我都會懷疑
心花怒放 卻開到荼糜
每隻螞蟻 都有眼睛鼻子 牠美不美麗 偏差有沒有一毫釐 有何關係
每一個人 傷心了就哭泣 餓了就要吃 相差大不過天地 有何刺激
有太多太多魔力 太少道理
太多太多遊戲 只是為了好奇
還有什麼值得 歇斯底里
對什麼東西 死心塌地
一個一個偶像 都不外如此
沉迷過的偶像 一個個消失
誰曾傷天害理 誰又是上帝
我們在等待 什麼奇蹟
最後剩下自己 捨不得挑剔
最後對著自己 也不大看的起
誰給我全世界 我都會懷疑
心花怒放 卻開到荼糜
一個一個一個人 誰比誰美麗
一個一個一個人 誰比誰甜蜜
一個一個一個人 誰比誰容易
又有什麼了不起
一個一個一個人 誰比誰美麗
一個一個一個人 誰比誰甜蜜
一個一個一個人 誰比誰容易
又有什麼了不起
每隻螞蟻 和誰擦身而過
都那麼整齊 有何關係
每一個人 碰見所愛的人
都心有餘悸

Blossom into Dust

Blossom into Dust
Every ant has eyes and a nose. Is it beautiful? Does the difference matter even a millimeter? What does it matter?
Every person cries when they're sad and eats when they're hungry. The difference between us is no greater than the difference between heaven and earth. What's so shocking about that?
There's so much magic, and so little reason.
So many games, just for curiosity's sake.
What else is worth getting hysterical about?
What is worth being hopelessly devoted to?
Every idol is just like the next.
The idols we've been obsessed with, they disappear one by one.
Who has wronged the heavens? Who is God?
What miracle are we waiting for?
Finally, we're left with ourselves, too precious to criticize.
Finally, looking at ourselves, we don't see much to respect.
If someone gave me the whole world, I'd be suspicious.
My heart is blooming, but it's already blossoming into dust.
Every ant has eyes and a nose. Is it beautiful? Does the difference matter even a millimeter? What does it matter?
Every person cries when they're sad and eats when they're hungry. The difference between us is no greater than the difference between heaven and earth. What's so shocking about that?
There's so much magic, and so little reason.
So many games, just for curiosity's sake.
What else is worth getting hysterical about?
What is worth being hopelessly devoted to?
Every idol is just like the next.
The idols we've been obsessed with, they disappear one by one.
Who has wronged the heavens? Who is God?
What miracle are we waiting for?
Finally, we're left with ourselves, too precious to criticize.
Finally, looking at ourselves, we don't see much to respect.
If someone gave me the whole world, I'd be suspicious.
My heart is blooming, but it's already blossoming into dust.
Person after person, who is more beautiful?
Person after person, who is sweeter?
Person after person, who is more desirable?
What's the big deal?
Person after person, who is more beautiful?
Person after person, who is sweeter?
Person after person, who is more desirable?
What's the big deal?
Every ant, passing by each other,
so orderly. What does it matter?
Every person, meeting the one they love,
always has a sense of foreboding.