词：易家扬 曲：凌伟文
Lyrics: Yi Jia-yang Music: Ling Wei-wen

等于结束的爱情
When love is equal to lost
我和你
You and I
从两个窗口看出去
Looking out from different windows
往事远远地
The past seemed so far away
演着一场无声的电影
Like the showing of a silent movie
没人注意
Where no one pays attention
躲着回忆的身体
With a body where memories are kept
带领我
I am lead
和你的名字向前进
To move on, with your name still with me
作废的曾经
The past, now void,
留在离开你那天挥不去
Abandoned at the day we parted
因为太了解所以很伤心
Because I understand it too well, therefore I grieve,
没有你只好听着风的呼吸
Without you I can only listen to the wind breathe
却有种叫做时间的东西
But then there’s this thing named Time,
说没问题
That tells me everything is fine
最后我们会痊愈
That someday we will heal
因为太了解我无法坚定
Because I understand too well therefore I cannot be sure
这一次会要掉眼泪的决定
This time I think I will cry
有些遗憾只能一个人听
Some things can just be kept to oneself
很对不起
I am sorry
我还是珍惜
But I still cherish
所有的事情
Everything that we had

Just now, when I was in the car, and I was randomly listening to the songs in my phone, it suddenly struck me that this song, it fits me so well today. The original lyrics in Chinese by Yi Jia-yang are absolutely beautiful. And as I always say when I try to translate them, the beauty of Chinese lyrics are lost in translation. I just hope that my sentence-by-sentence literal translation of it can give you a gist of what it is trying to convey…

I hate this whole week. This moving and packing and unpacking and cleaning and miscommunications and misunderstandings and mishaps and arguments and near-arguments and the tension in the air and the invisible pressure from all sides and the task of keeping everything at a balanced point whereby i don’t think i’m doing too well.

I am not strong. I do not want to face all this. I just want to run away and hide. Yet I know I cannot. Bloody hell. I’m starting another phase in life, and yet where the hell is the excitement and the anticipation and the enthusiasm. I hate this I hate this I hate this. And to top it all off, argh. No one really knows, and no one really understands, and no one will ever do. It’s one big jigsaw puzzle that will never fall into place.

Can someone dedicate Michael Buble’s “Lost” to me, and really mean every single word in it.

Can’t believe it’s over, I watched the whole thing fall,
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall.
If I’d only knew, the days were slipping past,
That the good things never last,
That you were crying.

Summer turned to winter, and the snow it turned to rain,
And the rain turned into tears upon your face.
I hardly recognize, the girl you are today,
And God I hope it’s not too late.

‘Cause you are not alone, I’m always there with you,
And we’ll get lost together, till the light come pouring through
When you feel like you’re done, and the darkness has won,
Babe you’re not lost…
When your world’s crashing down, and you cannot bear the cross,
I said babe you’re not lost.

Life can show no mercy, it can tear your soul apart,
It can make you feel like you’ve gone crazy but you’re not.
Things have seemed to change, there’s one thing that’s still the same,
In my heart you have remained, and we can fly, fly, fly away…

‘Cause you are not alone, and I am there with you,
And we’ll get lost together, till the light comes pouring through.
When you feel like you’re done, and the darkness has won,
Babe you’re not lost…
And the world’s crashing down, and you cannot bear the cross,
I said baby you’re not lost.

And the worst part is, I’m not really sure which damn issue is bothering me most. Tell me somebody, what is the thing responsible for making me cry.

But there’s not anyone to call me baby anymore.

Japheth dear gimme a hug. I cannot think of who else there is now.

Your response: