Текст и перевод песни 鄧健泓 - Suan Ruan '08

Suan Ruan '08

我每段旅程
也不喜欢摄影
怕影张相
还留低开心过凭证
一旦幸福对我绝情
话过爱我原来是幻听
每一张相 都击中 神经
我缺乏爱情
长夜特别要命
我一关灯
还重温分手当余庆
空气像宣判我极刑
在被窝我如同在绝岭
要等天光
才能让我完整
人都走了 照样过每天
为何每件 杂物像破损
行路变踏雪 突然埋怨
新鲜开水变酸
人都走了 我望见照片
怀疑那日 什么都温暖
其实抱着你
动人时间都不算短
而你独个 走得很远
我缺乏爱情
长夜特别要命
我一关灯
还重温分手当余庆
空气像宣判我极刑
在被窝我如同在绝岭
要等天光
才能让我完整
人都走了 照样过每天
为何每件 杂物像破损
行路变踏雪 突然埋怨
新鲜开水变酸
人都走了 我望见照片
怀疑那日 什么都温暖
其实抱着你
动人时间都不算短
人都走了 照样过每天
为何每件 杂物像破损
行路变踏雪 突然埋怨
新鲜开水都变酸
人都走了 我望见照片
望到心间 都一阵酸软
其实抱着你
动人时间都不算短
而你独个 走得很远

Suan Ruan '08

Each of my journeys,
I don’t like photography,
I’m afraid to take pictures,
For fear of leaving behind proofs of happiness.
Once my happiness heartlessly left me,
You told me that you loved me. It was an auditory hallucination.
Every picture hits a nerve.
I lack love.
Long nights are particularly fatal.
Once the lights are off,
I re-experience my break up as if it was meant to be celebrated.
The air is like a death sentence.
In my quilt, I’m like on a precipice,
Waiting for dawn,
Only dawn can make me whole.
You left, but I live each day the same,
Why does each object seem broken?
Walking becomes trudging through snow. I start to complain.
Fresh water becomes sour.
You left, but I gaze at the photographs.
I doubt that on that day, everything was warm.
In fact, holding you in my arms,
That moving time wasn’t short at all.
But now you’ve gone off far away, alone.
I lack love.
Long nights are particularly fatal.
Once the lights are off,
I re-experience my break up as if it was meant to be celebrated.
The air is like a death sentence.
In my quilt, I’m like on a precipice,
Waiting for dawn,
Only dawn can make me whole.
You left, but I live each day the same,
Why does each object seem broken?
Walking becomes trudging through snow. I start to complain.
Fresh water becomes sour.
You left, but I gaze at the photographs.
I doubt that on that day, everything was warm.
In fact, holding you in my arms,
That moving time wasn’t short at all.
You left, but I live each day the same,
Why does each object seem broken?
Walking becomes trudging through snow. I start to complain.
Even fresh water has become sour.
You left, but I gaze at the photographs.
And my heart aches with a pang.
In fact, holding you in my arms,
That moving time wasn’t short at all.
But now you’ve gone off far away, alone.