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
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