Текст и перевод песни 馬伯騫 - 小丑的眼淚

小丑的眼淚

這是我上小學身邊發生的一件事情，
我們當時放學後，就是在同一個地點同一個時間，
總會有一個小丑叔叔站在那邊

三年級的那個深秋
放學鈴聲呐喊自由
同學們都迫不及待 飛奔跑出校園門口
媽媽接過書包 牽上我的小手

不經意的回頭
看到一個小丑手裡拿著氣球
笑著遞給 每一個小朋友
他的氣球
他的紅鼻子
在那個秋天的夕陽下 常留在我心頭

歡聲笑語回蕩在這校園門口
小丑一如既往面帶笑容
原地等候
熟記每個面孔 跟過路人招手，
一句很暖心的問候

話音剛落 開始表演魔術
眼睛一眨不眨
看得暈頭炫目
動作漂亮
技巧嫺熟
贏來觀眾喝彩
他為放學後的時光添加斑斕色彩

就這樣寒來暑往，風雨無阻
日復一日看著小丑叔叔
表演同個節目
同個演出
動作重複
妝容奪目
笑容投入
從來不見他現身於別處
他的開場從不延誤

表情誇張滑稽 但掩飾不住悲傷
雪白色的粉底就像面具說著謝謝欣賞
面具背後隱藏不住歲月留下來的滄桑
微笑掩飾不住散場後的荒涼

一個一個氣球 猶如一滴一滴淚流
眼淚被加上快樂的理由 落下就忘記憂愁

有人說他'流浪至此多年'
有人說他'瘋子找到落點'
課間休息同學老師拿他閒聊打發時間
圍繞他的故事 隨著有一天他突然不見
沒有人再眷戀

他變的每個魔術
每一場show的落幕
長大後才意識
都是他的紀念儀式
原來孩子們牽走的一個一個氣球
都是小丑叔叔眼淚一滴一滴在流

一個一個氣球 猶如一滴一滴淚流
眼淚被加上快樂的理由 落下就忘記憂愁

當年他奔波在外
追逐事業 忙於征服世界
一天他的愛人突然遭遇意外離開
他幡然醒悟
苦苦爭鋒這些虛名 失去最平實的幸福

於是開始追隨妻子曾走過的軌跡
為什麼擁有的時候沒有好好珍惜
當年無心體會 如今痛徹心扉
再也無法挽回已失去的機會

他在歡聲笑語塑造出的夢境
等著不會再出現的身影
害怕散場後的寧靜
提醒他無法修復的陰影

在別人看不見的地方，小丑叔叔默默哭泣
鏡子裡面看到卸妝後的自己
已經沒有舞臺上的奪目光鮮
當我能'看見'的時候，小丑已經消失不見

一個一個氣球 猶如一滴一滴淚流
眼淚被加上快樂的理由 落下就忘記憂愁

上高中的時候，我有一次有機會回到小學去，
看以前的老師，還有以前的校長，
然後我當時哎，
下課的時候我去看一下小丑叔叔還在不在，
他們都說他不在了，
有一天就突然消失了，再也沒有回來過。

Tears of a Clown

This is something that happened to me when I was in elementary school.
We would always meet up at the same place at the same time after school,
there would always be a clown standing there.

That late autumn in third grade,
the school bell rang out freedom.
My classmates couldn't wait to run out of the school gate,
Mom took my schoolbag and held my little hand.

Unintentionally looked back,
and saw a clown holding balloons in his hand.
He handed them out with a smile.
His balloons,
his red nose,
often remain in my heart under the autumn sunset.

Laughter and laughter echoed at the school gate.
The clown, as always, had a smile on his face.
Waiting in place,
remembering every face and waving to passersby,
warm-hearted greetings.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to perform magic.
I couldn't blink.
His performance made me dizzy,
his actions were beautiful,
his skills were娴熟,
and he won applause from the audience.
He added joy to the time after school.

Time flew by, through cold and heat, rain or shine,
day after day, watching Uncle Clown,
performing the same show,
the same performance,
the same actions,
the same striking makeup,
the same sincere smile,
I never saw him appear anywhere else.
His performance never started late.

His expression was exaggerated and funny, but it couldn't hide his sadness.
The snow-white foundation was like a mask, saying thank you for watching.
Behind the mask, he couldn't hide the vicissitudes left by time.
His smile couldn't hide the desolation after the show.

One balloon after another, like a drop of tears.
Tears are given a happy reason. When they fall, forget your worries.

Some people say he's been 'wandering for years,'
some people say he's a 'crazy man who found a place to settle down.'
During class breaks, classmates and teachers gossiped about him to pass the time.
The stories surrounding him ended one day when he suddenly disappeared.
No one cared anymore.

Every magic trick he did,
every show he performed,
I only realized when I grew up,
it was all his memorial service.
It turned out that the balloons that the children took away one by one,
were all Uncle Clown's tears flowing drop by drop.

One balloon after another, like a drop of tears.
Tears are given a happy reason. When they fall, forget your worries.

Back then, he was奔波在外,
chasing his career, busy conquering the world.
One day, his lover suddenly had an accident and left.
He suddenly realized,
that he had lost his most real happiness while fighting for these vain reputations.

So he began to follow the footsteps his wife had once taken.
Why didn't I cherish it when I had it?
I didn't experience it then, but now it hurts my heart.
I can never get back what I've lost.

In the dream world he created with laughter and laughter,
waiting for the figure that would never appear again,
afraid of the silence after the show,
reminding him of the shadow that could never be fixed.

In places where no one can see, Uncle Clown cries silently.
Looking in the mirror, I see myself without makeup.
I no longer have the dazzling brilliance on stage.
When I can 'see,' the clown has disappeared.

One balloon after another, like a drop of tears.
Tears are given a happy reason. When they fall, forget your worries.

When I was in high school, I had a chance to go back to elementary school,
to see my old teachers and principals,
and then I was like,
during break I went to see if Uncle Clown was still there,
and they all said he wasn't,
and that one day he just disappeared and never came back.