歌詞

词：维斯瓦娃·⾟波丝卡（Wislawa Szymborska）

曲：容千

唱：程璧

编曲：邱昊

吉他：邱昊

贝斯：彭昱策

器乐录音：李泽文

人声录音：前田 励

混音：严祥博

母带：严祥博

They're both convinced

他们相互确信

That a sudden passion joined them

是忽如其来的热情使彼此邂逅

Such certainty is beautiful

确定是美丽的

But uncertainty is more beautiful still

但变化无常更为美丽

Since they'd never met before, they're sure

他们素不相识，所以他们知道

That there'd been nothing between them

彼此之间并无瓜葛

But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways

但是，自街巷、楼道、走廊，传来的只言片语

Perhaps they've passed each other a million times

或许他们已经擦肩而过一百万次了吧

I want to ask them if they don't remember

我想问他们是否记得

A moment face to face in some revolving door

某个瞬间是否就在旋转门对面

Perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd

或在人群中一句匆忙“对不起”

A curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver

或是在电话线那头说声“打错了”

But I know the answer

但是我已知晓答案

No, they don't remember

然而他们并不记得

They'd be amazed to hear

他们应会感到诧异

That Chance has been toying with them now for years

已被缘分戏弄多年

Not quite ready yet

却因时机尚未成熟

To become their Destiny

尚未成为他们的命运

It pushed them close, drove them apart

缘分将他们拉近而又分离

It barred their path

挡住他们的去路

Stifling a laugh

忍住笑

And then leaped aside

然后跳到一旁

There were signs and signals

是有一些痕迹和信号存在

Even if they couldn't read them yet

即使他们尚无法解读

There were signs and signals

是有一些痕迹和信号存在

Even if they couldn't read them yet

即使他们尚无法解读

Perhaps three years ago

也许是在三年前

Or just last Tuesday

或者就上个星期二

A certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another

一片叶子从一个肩膀飘落到另一个

Something was dropped and then picked up

有什么掉了又捡了起来

Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished into childhood's thicket

谁知道，可能是那个消失于童年灌木丛中的球

There were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand

还有之前早已被彼此触摸一遍一遍覆盖的门把和门铃

Suitcases checked and standing side by side

并排站立在整理完毕的手提箱旁

Side by side

并排站立

One night, perhaps, the same dream

有一晚，或许同样的梦

Grown hazy by morning

到了早晨变得朦胧

Every beginning

每一个序曲

Is only a sequel, after all

终究都只是续篇

And the book of events

而书里面的故事情节

Is always open halfway through

总是从中途开启

One night, perhaps, the same dream

有一晚，或许同样的梦

Grown hazy by morning

到了早晨变得朦胧

Every beginning

每一个序曲

Is only a sequel, after all

终究都只是续篇

And the book of events

而书里面的故事情节

Is always open halfway through

总是从中途开启