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天已大亮

还悬挂在那里

苍白得像一纸片

没明白么？

白天是不属于你的

下面正在忙

谁也顾不上谁

昨晚那些无眠的人

已经不见了

阳光下

没有他们一席之地

不过

那些跟你一样苍白的人

今晚 明晚

还会来

除了数不尽的哀怨

他们一无所有

夜幕带来了安全感

凉风拂去了心中的痛

还有你

也只有你

在听着那些无止尽的倾诉...

Moon

By Ken Fan

It's already daylight,

Yet you're still hanging up there,

Pale as a sheet of paper.

Don't you see?

The day doesn't belong to you.

Down there,

People are so occupied,

Paying no attention to others.

Those sleepless folks last night already vanished.

There's no place for them under the sun.

But they, just as pale as you're,

Will return tonight and tomorrow.

They have nothing but sadness and sorrows.

The shroud of the night provides them with a false sense of security,

And cool breezes wipe away all their pains.

And you, only you,

Are still listening to their endless lament.