a chance meeting 邂逅

You paint sorrow in the corner of your eyes
你把忧伤画在眼角        

     
while I rub the vagrant life on my forehead.
我将流浪抹在额头            

You grow locks of white hair for love pine,
你用思念添几缕白发             

 
I make time to carve my thin and pillad hand.
我让岁月雕刻我憔悴的手      

  
Then at the corner of a street we brush against each other,
然后在街角我们擦身而过 

 

 

indifferent as a stranger.
漠然地不再相识   

           
Oh!

 啊                           

Dear friend,
亲爱的朋友               

     
Don't blame time for making a person wrinkled and wan,
请别错怪那韶光改人容颜     

 
for we ourselves are that make-up man.

我们自己才是那个化装师