Текст и перевод песни 蛋堡 feat. 徐佳瑩 - 噓

噓

他是你最喜歡的類型
但你 只能看著他的背影
隔著很遠半徑 圍繞像衛星
當他突然轉身 你卻沒法對應

就這樣過了好長一段時間
總是又想起 在快要忘記之前
快要放棄之前 又碰上他失戀
但當他失戀 他又需要段時間

跟著他相簿 從"一月"到"十二"
你們身邊各自有人來去
從 "生日派對" 一路到 "出國玩樂"
胸口的糾結 還在繼續

說他不知道 那倒也不一定
說注定糾纏 那倒也太迷信
偶爾問候的短信 或許沒別的意思
心裡的止水 又被投了顆大石

這是秘密 我的心被困在你的身邊
像個間諜 暗中收集你的每個畫面
你的世界 留給我太多想像空間
多想對號入座 走進你的狀態裡面

時常在夜晚 你聽些歌
聽勵志的 想像已經切割
聽悲傷的 日記你邊寫著
有時無法負荷 哭完先歇了

Follow他網誌 近況和往事
卻脫節到像從沒認識般諷刺
你們是漸行漸遠的兩條線
你總回想 那何時曾是交叉點?

充滿交集的生活圈
或許上次遇到就在昨天
也或者某個瞬間 你們擦肩如電影般
主角交錯時 一切速度會放慢
"但我終究只是個觀眾"
你的惋惜 只是幻想在煽動
這部電影 從來沒有人看懂
你的激動處 只有自己在顫抖

這是秘密 我的心被困在你的身邊
像個間諜 暗中收集你卻沒人發現
你的世界 留給我太多想像空間
多想對號入座 走進你的狀態裡面

有時候姑且 對愛情有時候將就
抽離後回神 又是個深秋
有時 這真的無關公不公平
有時 這一切不是忠不忠心

這就是個小秘密 藏在心裡的小秘密
進入你心裡 還要穿越一個迷宮
而大部分的人留在迷宮入口

所以你沒提起 但也沒偽造
對你而言存在 對別人沒味道
他們不會查覺你難過因為他
有時身邊是誰 事實上也沒差
現在誰陪他 反而你掛心
有時因為害怕 又不多打聽

怕想到他在別人懷中 你沒得抱
或許執著只是因為 從沒得到

這是秘密 我的心被困在你的身邊
像個間諜 暗中收集你卻沒人發現
你的世界 留給我太多想像空間
多想對號入座 走進你的狀態

你的文字 是描述近況 還是一瞬間
你的照片 在我眼裡都是延伸畫面
幾次點開視窗不敢鍵入一個字
這就是現實 愛情從來沒有實現

Shh

He's your favorite type
But you can only watch his back
Circling him from a great distance, like a satellite
When he suddenly turns around, you can't respond

It's been a long time since then
I always think of you again just before I forget you
Just before I give up, I run into you after you've broken up
But when he breaks up, he needs some time

Following your photo album from "January" to "December"
We each have our own people around
From "Birthday Party" to "Going Abroad for Fun"
The entanglement in my chest continues

To say that he doesn't know is not necessarily true
To say that it's destined to be entangling is too superstitious
An occasional text message may mean nothing
The calm waters of my heart are once again disturbed by a huge rock

This is a secret, my heart is trapped by your side
Like a spy, secretly collecting every frame of you
Your world leaves me far too much room for imagination
I long to fit in, to walk into your shoes

Often at night, you listen to songs
Listening to motivational ones, imagining that you've already cut him off
Listening to sad ones, as you write in your diary
Sometimes the burden is too much, you cry and rest

Follow his blog, his recent and past events
It's ironic that it's like we've never known each other
You are two lines gradually moving further and further apart
You always think back, when was it that we intersected?

Life circles full of intersections
Perhaps the last time we met was just yesterday
Or perhaps at a certain moment you passed by each other like in a movie
When the main characters cross paths, everything slows down
"But I'm just an audience after all"
Your regrets are just fantasies stirring
This movie has never been understood by anyone
Your excitement is felt only by yourself

This is a secret, my heart is trapped by your side
Like a spy, secretly collecting you, undiscovered
Your world leaves me far too much room for imagination
I long to fit in, to walk into your shoes

Sometimes I compromise, sometimes I make do in love
After withdrawing and regaining my senses, it's autumn again
Sometimes this really has nothing to do with fairness or unfairness
Sometimes this has nothing to do with loyalty or disloyalty

This is just a little secret, a little secret hidden in my heart
To enter your heart, I must first pass through a labyrinth
And most people stay at the entrance of the labyrinth

So you don't mention it, but you don't fabricate it either
To you, it exists, to others it's meaningless
They won't notice that you're sad because of him
Sometimes it doesn't matter who's by your side
Now you're worried about who's with him
Sometimes you don't ask more out of fear

Afraid to think of him in someone else's arms, not yours
Perhaps the obsession is only because I've never had it

This is a secret, my heart is trapped by your side
Like a spy, secretly collecting you, undiscovered
Your world leaves me far too much room for imagination
I long to fit in, to walk into your shoes

Are your words describing your current situation or just a moment?
In my eyes, your photos are all extended frames
I open the window several times but don't dare type a single word
This is reality, love has never been realized