当候鸟衔走
最后一粒星辰
我们终于听见——
宇宙深处的
旋律在苏醒
When the migrating birds carry offthe last grain of starlight,we finally hear —deep in the universe,a melody waking.
混沌缓缓化作星云
每一粒尘埃
都在追寻
属于自己的光
Chaos slowly turns into nebulae.Every grain of dustis seekinga light of its own.
数过千万个
春天的年轮
最初的胎动已融入
永恒的时间之流
Having counted ten millionrings of spring,the first stirrings of life have mergedinto the eternal flow of time.
在无数层记忆中
我们播种了黎明
却收获了虚无
地球档案馆的守护者
正在翻阅
人类集体哭泣的幻觉
In countless layers of memorywe sowed the dawnbut harvested emptiness.The keeper of Earth’s archivesis leafing throughhumanity’s illusion of weeping together.
宇宙轻叹一声
将我们的泪水
酿成银河
在天幕下流淌
The universe sighs softlyand brews our tearsinto the Milky Way,flowing beneath the sky.
“我们习惯
在月光下储存伤心
在夜色里啃噬孤独
而每一颗星辰
其实都是未愈的伤口
在黑暗中
闪烁温柔的光”
“We are used tostoring our sorrow in moonlight,gnawing on loneliness in the dark.And every staris really a wound not yet healed,glimmering in the darkwith a gentle light.”
无数座孤岛的
心跳声
渐渐化作同一种潮汐
以至于
我们竟然可以听见
彼此灵魂的共鸣
是奇迹的旋律
The heartbeatsof countless islandsslowly become a single tide,untilwe can actually hearour souls resonating with each other —the melody of a miracle.
因为共鸣
穿越黑洞
情感的序章缓缓流淌
甚至伤口
都开始渗出甜味
像春天清晨的
第一颗露水
落在干涸的土地上
唤醒沉睡的种子
Because of that resonance,passing through black holes,the prelude of feeling slowly flows,and even woundsbegin to seep sweetness,like the first drop of dewon a spring morningfalling on parched ground,waking sleeping seeds.
蝴蝶展翅共振
星与星辰相互印照
在光的折射中
我们看见了
关于爱的
千万种模样
Butterflies spread their wings in resonance,star reflects star,and in the refraction of lightwe seelove’sten thousand faces.
就像孤岛
不停分裂又重合
我们是漂泊者
也是归人
Like islandssplitting and joining again and again,we are wanderers,and we are the ones coming home.
“爱
可能是唯一能穿越
所有平行世界的
通行证
它在每个时空
都留下
温暖的指纹
点亮无数个暗夜”
“Lovemay be the only passportthat crossesevery parallel world.In every time and spaceit leavesa warm fingerprint,lighting countless dark nights.”
当候鸟衔着
新生的星光
归来
我们终于明白
When the migrating birds return,carryingnewborn starlight,we finally understand:
“不朽的，不是时间或空间
而是在无常中，始终相爱的，我们”
“What is immortal is not time or space,but us — who, amid impermanence, go on loving each other.”