Nocturne (Ye Qu)
oleh: Jay Chow



yi qun shi xue de ma yibei fu rou suo xi yinwo mian wu biao qingkan gu du de feng jingshi qu niai hen kai shi fen mingshi qu nihai you shen me shi hao guan xindang ge zi bu zai xiang zheng he pingwo zhong yu bei ti xingguang chang shang wei shi de shi tu yingwo yong piao liang de ya yunxing rong bei lŁe duo yi kong de ai qing
awu yun kai shi zhe biye se bu gan jinggong yuan lizang li de hui yinzai man tian fei xingsong ni debai se mei guizai chun he de huan jing diao lingwu ya zai shu qi shang gui yi de hen an jingjing jing tingwo hei se de da yixiang wen nuan niri jian bing leng de hui yizou guo dezou guo desheng mingasi zhou mi man wu qiwo zai kong kuang de mu dilao qu hou hai ai ni
wei ni tan zou xiao bang de ye quji nian wo si qu de ai qinggen ye feng yi yang de sheng yinxin sui de hen hao tingshou zai jian pan qiao hen qingwo gei de si nian hen xiao xinni mai zang de di fang jiao you ming
wei ni tan zou xiao bang de ye quji nian wo si qu de ai qinger wo wei ni yin xing mai mingzai yue guang xia tan qindui ni xin tiao de gan yinghai shi ru ci wen re qin jinhuai nian ni na xian hong de chun yin
na xie duan chi de qing tingsan luo zai zhe sen liner wo de yan jingmei you si hao tong qingshi qu nilei shui hun zhuo bu qingshi qu niwo lian xiao rong dou you yin yingfeng zai zhang man qing tai de wu dingchao xiao wo de shang xinxiang yi kou mei you shui de ku jingwo yong qi mei de zi xingmiao hui hou hui mo ji de na ai qing

Translated version
"Nocturnes"
A group of bloodthirsty ants are attracted to rotten fleshWith an expressionless faceI watch the lonely sceneryLosing youLove and hate start to become clearLosing youWhat else is there to care about?When a dove no longer symbolises peaceIím eventually remindedThat they are vultures feeding in the public squareI use a beautiful rhymeTo describe love being robbed
OhThe dark clouds begin to coverThe colour of the night is not cleanIn the parkThe echo of the funeralFlying in the boundless skyThe white roseI gave youWithered in the pure black surroundingsThe crow is peculiarly very silent on the tree branchSilently listeningMy black overcoatWants to warm you upThe memories that are day-by-day becoming colderWalk pastWalk pastThe lifeOhHazy fog is all aroundI am at the vast and boundless cemeteryIíll still love you when Iím old
I play for you Chopinís NocturnesCommemorating my dead loveThe same sound as the night windsHeart breaking sounds goodMy hand strikes the keyboard lightlyThe recollections I gave are very carefulThe place you are buried at is called The Other World
I play for you Chopinís NocturnesCommemorating my dead loveAnd I conceal my identity for youPlaying the piano under the moonThe feeling and response I have towards your heartbeatIt is still so warm and intimateI miss that bright red lipstick of yours
Those dragonflies with broken wingsScatter down onto this forestAnd my eyesHave not a single shred of sympathyLosing youTears are unclearLosing youEven my smile has a shadowThe wind at the rooftop grown full of mossJeers at my sadnessLike a dry well without waterI use a sad but beautiful fontTo describe that love that is too late to regret