Текст и перевод песни Priscilla Chan - 夜半歌聲

夜半歌聲

途经这夜灰的街角 琴声像怨曲伴弦乐
无数晚上是母子的歌声
令这街夜冷添上凄清
无心再路经这街角 如今独稚子在弹乐

寒冷晚上 夜雨仿佛低泣
像痛哀挚爱今已痛失
这小手在战抖 任泪光眼内透
没法可预计将来的以后
这小手在战抖 独在暗街似木偶
之中苦痛仿佛躲藏背后

长街怨乐声风飘送 无声倦眼光极沉重
谁会领会夜冷瑟缩街中
没法懂运数可有变通
这小手在战抖 任泪光眼内透
没怨天是否公平的宇宙
坐街中每分钟路上眼光已受够
不懂打算怎过将来以后
这小手在战抖 任泪光眼内透
没怨天是否公平的宇宙
坐街中每分钟路上眼光已受够
不懂打算怎过将来以后
真想知道可有公平宇宙

Nocturne

Passing through the ashen street corner, the sound of the qin is like a lament accompanied by strings,
Every night is the mother and son's song
Adding a touch of desolation to the cold street night,
No longer wish to pass by this street corner, now only a lonely child plays music

On a cold evening, the night rain weeps softly,
Like mourning for a lost love,
The little hands tremble, as tears well in her eyes,
Unable to predict the future
The little hands tremble, alone on the dark street like a puppet,
In the midst of suffering, as if hiding behind

Along the long street, the sorrowful music is carried by the wind, and the weary eyes are silent and heavy,
Who can understand the cold and desolate street in the night
Unable to understand if fate can be changed
The little hands tremble, as tears well in her eyes,
No resentment whether the universe is fair
Sitting on the street, every minute on the road has had enough of the gaze
Don't know how to plan for the future
The little hands tremble, as tears well in her eyes,
No resentment whether the universe is fair
Sitting on the street, every minute on the road has had enough of the gaze
Don't know how to plan for the future
I really want to know if there is a fair universe