Текст и перевод песни 路壹 - 男孩 (Live)

男孩 (Live)

男孩临走，爹娘说今后
要靠自己说着帮男孩提了提领口
他亲手，浇了一次花，叫了一声妈
于是他，启程他，有生第一次自己
离开家。那感觉很陌生
乡愁形影不离的很磨人
石头路的花纹，是他的消遣
他闻，着一路淡淡的花香很香甜
他房间，走前那根香烟，也灭了
水仙也谢了，天渐渐，暗的快入夜了
夜和，昼日交接了
他自己盖上被子，安静的哽咽了
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉
男孩学会了社交
学会逢场作戏的诀窍
学校，里学到，的往往不实用
学会了如何避免糜烂在物质中
他交了一些知心的朋友
和他经历一些痴心和分手
和他大笑，打消时间或对海大叫
他发现朋友是麻痹抨击最好的麻药
朋友们各奔东西，为谋生
空气里，不再饱和着笑声
他强颜着挥手告别时
"保持联系" 像是，找点字，充数的告别词
他觉得不散的宴席也散了
他叹了，口气，他说也该习惯了
他发现夜和，昼日交接了
他自己把灯关了，安静的哽咽了
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉
男孩，抓紧领口
有些感觉是说不出口
男孩，翩翩起舞
有些感觉是说不出口
说不出口
男孩，风尘仆仆的赶路
委屈的泪水，被自尊堤栏拦住
他见过有人被现实给击败
体无完肤，仍然对现实抱有期待
他很勤奋， 他有执着的精神
难关都迎刃，而解他工作晋升
高处不胜寒，男孩，向下看
花花世界的一切都变的渺小不堪
可是，男孩并不满足
野心掠夺了他孤独的感触
他当初，所要寻找的已经模糊了
他似乎，把自己纯真的一面说服了
男孩依旧匆匆的赶路
来不及停下来喘气，或弹去身上尘土
终于夜和，昼日交接了,
男孩已经长大，不会再哽咽了
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉

Boy (Live)

As the boy was leaving, his parents said,
"From now on, you'll be on your own," and they helped him adjust his collar.
He watered the flowers one last time, and called out, "Mom."
And so, he set off, for the first time in his life,
Leaving home. The feeling was strange,
Homesickness, a constant shadow, gnawed at him.
The patterns on the stone road became his distraction,
He smelled the faint fragrance of flowers along the way, it was sweet.
The cigarette in his room before he left had also gone out,
The narcissus had withered, the sky gradually darkened as night fell.
Night and day intertwined,
He pulled the covers over himself, and silently choked back a sob.
The boy, clutching his collar,
Walked on under harsh gazes.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, furrowing your brow.
The boy, dancing lightly,
His right foot kicking up dust from the ground.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, rubbing your eyes.
The boy learned to socialize,
Mastered the art of playing the game.
What he learned in school often proved impractical,
He learned how to avoid being corrupted by materialism.
He made some close friends,
Experienced love and heartbreak with them.
He laughed with them, passed the time, or shouted at the sea.
He discovered that friends were the best anesthetic against criticism.
His friends went their separate ways, to make a living.
The air was no longer saturated with laughter,
He forced a smile as he waved goodbye,
"Keep in touch" seemed like just words to fill the void of farewell.
He felt that even banquets that were meant to last forever eventually dispersed,
He sighed, he said he should get used to it.
He noticed that night and day intertwined,
He turned off the lights himself, and silently choked back a sob.
The boy, clutching his collar,
Walked on under harsh gazes.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, furrowing your brow.
The boy, dancing lightly,
His right foot kicking up dust from the ground.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, rubbing your eyes.
The boy, clutching his collar,
Some feelings are hard to express.
The boy, dancing lightly,
Some feelings are hard to express.
Hard to express.
The boy, rushing along his path, covered in dust,
Tears of grievance held back by the dam of his pride.
He had seen people defeated by reality,
Battered and bruised, yet still holding onto hope.
He was diligent, he had a persistent spirit,
He overcame every obstacle, and his career advanced.
The higher he climbed, the colder it became, the boy looked down,
Everything in the dazzling world seemed insignificant.
But the boy was not satisfied,
Ambition robbed him of his sense of loneliness.
What he had originally sought had become blurred,
He seemed to have convinced himself of his innocence.
The boy still hurried along his path,
Without time to stop and catch his breath, or dust himself off.
Finally, night and day intertwined,
The boy had grown up, he would no longer choke back sobs.
The boy, clutching his collar,
Walked on under harsh gazes.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, furrowing your brow.
The boy, dancing lightly,
His right foot kicking up dust from the ground.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, rubbing your eyes.
The boy, clutching his collar,
Walked on under harsh gazes.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, furrowing your brow.
The boy, dancing lightly,
His right foot kicking up dust from the ground.
Some feelings are hard to express,
Just like some worries make you scratch your head, rubbing your eyes.