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這一定又是你的手指， Again, it must be your fingers
輕彈著，softly strumming
在這深夜，稠密的悲思。 the melody of your dense grieving and yearning, in the dead of night.
我不禁頰邊泛上了紅， Unknowingly, my cheeks flush
靜聽著，as I listen quietly
這深夜裡弦子的生動。to the heartstrings from the chord in this late night.
一聲聽從我心底穿過， The sound passes through the deep down in my heart,
忒淒涼 so dismal, so sad.
我懂得，但我怎能應和？ I understand, but how can I reciprocate?
生命早描定她的式樣， Life is predestined for what it is,
太薄弱 too frail for us to change it.
是人們的美麗的想像。 and it can be only lived in our reverie.
除非在夢裡有這么一天， Unless someday in my dream,
你和我 there are only you and me,
同來攀動那根希望的弦。 together let us pluck that string of hope.
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