林俊杰 JJ Lin - 光陰的副本 Above the Fray

星空拉著路人記憶碰撞年輪

xīng kōng lā zhe lù rén jì yì pèng zhuàng nián lún

最後一圈往前奔
zuì hòu yì quān wǎng qián bēn

月暈下的孤魂被過去戳的好疼
yuè yùn xià de gū hún bèi guò qù chuō de hǎo téng

看來時路出神
kàn lái shí lù chū shén

人在賽道跑著撐著爭著忍著
rén zài sài dào pǎo zhe chēng zhe zhēng zhe rěn zhe

心在黑裡跪著吼著問著等著
xīn zài hēi lǐ guì zhe hǒu zhe wèn zhe děng zhe

你在人海游著抖著躲著沉著
nǐ zài rén hǎi yóu zhe dǒu zhe duǒ zhe chén zhe

我呢目送著那些痴愚瞋
wǒ ne mù sòng zhe nà xiē chī yú chēn

跟自己對峙過了就別鬧了
gēn zì jǐ duì zhì guò le jiù bié nào le

別複製問號這勝負已分
bié fù zhì wèn hào zhè shèng fù yǐ fēn

等光陰的副本孤單又安靜
děng guāng yīn de fù běn gū dān yòu ān jìng

在天上呼喚二次人生
zài tiān shàng hū huàn èr cì rén shēng

等翻頁了之後
děng fān yè le zhī hòu

遺憾和暗黑的物質
yí hàn hé àn hēi de wù zhì

我得讓它滾
wǒ děi ràng tā gǔn

等穿越了無聲的冰川無言的低谷
děng chuān yuè le wú shēng de bīng chuān wú yán de dī gǔ

綠芽敗中求勝
lǜ yá bài zhōng qiú shèng

我加上我們
wǒ jiā shàng wǒ men

拿那光陰的副本
ná nà guāng yīn de fù běn

看看我還有多少個不朽或是永恒
kàn kan wǒ hái yǒu duō shǎo gè bù xiǔ huò shì yǒng héng

我是個到終點然而又要起跑的人
wǒ shì gè dào zhōng diǎn rán ér yòu yào qǐ pǎo de rén

不怕未來路上憤怒的雷神
bú pà wèi lái lù shàng fèn nù de léi shén

我保護我們
wǒ bǎo hù wǒ men

另外一次如果另外一次結果
lìng wài yí cì rú guǒ lìng wài yí cì jié guǒ

另外一次假如我
lìng wài yí cì jiǎ rú wǒ

那時的驚嘆號那些夢真沒老
nà shí de jīng tàn hào nà xiē mèng zhēn méi lǎo

等我來要
děng wǒ lái yào

等光陰的副本忽然說暫停
děng guāng yīn de fù běn hū rán shuō zàn tíng

的人生之後還有人生
de rén shēng zhī hòu hái yǒu rén shēng

等交換了所有苦悶給蒼白的世界
děng jiāo huàn le suǒ yǒu kǔ mèn gěi cāng bái de shì jiè

又能打幾分
yòu néng dǎ jǐ fēn

等聽多了無聲的世界
děng tīng duō le wú shēng de shì jiè

無言的世間有笑也有飲恨
wú yán de shì jiān yǒu xiào yě yǒu yǐn hèn

我懷念我們
wǒ huái niàn wǒ men

拿那光陰的副本
ná nà guāng yīn de fù běn

看看我那些不忘的不退或是不肯
kàn kan wǒ nà xiē bú wàng de bú tuì huò shì bù kěn

我輸過是沒錯哼然而我
wǒ shū guò shì méi cuò hēng rán ér wǒ

還沒認
hái méi rèn

多少啞口無語只為聽一聲
duō shǎo yǎ kǒu wú yǔ zhǐ wèi tīng yì shēng

我很愛我們
wǒ hěn ài wǒ men

Translation:

The starry sky pulls passing strangers along, while memories collide like the rings of time.

The final lap… still running forward.

Under the halo of the moon, a lonely soul is painfully pierced by the past.

Lost in thought while looking back at the road once travelled.

People run on the track of life—enduring, competing, struggling, and holding on.

The heart kneels in the darkness—shouting, questioning, and waiting.

You swim through the sea of people—trembling, hiding, yet staying composed.

And I… watch those moments of foolish anger and obsession drift away.

After confronting yourself, stop the chaos.

Stop repeating the same questions—the outcome is already decided.

Waiting inside a lonely and quiet copy of time,

calling from the heavens for a second life.

After the page turns,

the regrets and dark matter of the past,

I must let them roll away.

After crossing silent glaciers and wordless valleys,

a green sprout seeks victory even from defeat.

I add myself to “us.”

Holding that copy of time,

I wonder how many moments of immortality or eternity I still have.

I am someone who reaches the finish line, yet must start running again.

I am not afraid of the angry thunder gods on the road ahead.

I will protect us.

If there were another chance, another outcome,

another time—if it were me again.

Those exclamation marks of wonder, those dreams never truly grew old.

Wait for me to claim them.

When the copy of time suddenly presses pause,

there is still another life after this life.

After exchanging all my bitterness with this pale world,

how many points could I score?

After hearing too much of the silent world,

this wordless world holds both laughter and lingering sorrow.

I miss us.

Holding that copy of time,

I look at the parts of me that refuse to forget, refuse to retreat, refuse to give up.

Yes, I have lost before—that’s true. But still,

I have not admitted defeat.

So many speechless moments, all just to hear one sentence:

“I truly love us.”

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