A place called home
SS · 春夏 · 19

I woke up and I saw the light coming inside the black room, The mirror was covered with a white bed sheet,
I tried to remember where I came from
I couldn’t and I asked myself, “who am I?”

我刚醒来的时候,看见黑暗的房间透出一道光 远处的镜子里映衬着白色床单。 我努力尝试回忆我的来处,我并没有想起来
我不禁问自己,我是谁?

I could hear someone walking and getting closer to the door, I closed my eyes wishing it was you, Someone whispe- red in my ear,
Welcome home!

我能依稀听到脚步声慢慢靠近房门 我闭上双眼希望出现的人是你, 有人在我耳边低语着,欢迎回家!

I forgot my name,
Shall I call me “Home”?
I finally looked myself in the mirror And no one was there
Only Blue, Black and White.

我忘记了自己的名字,我应该叫“家”吗? 当我走 到镜子前,并没有发现其他人在。 而镜子周围只有蓝,黑,白三种颜色。

I saw myself coming inside the room, Or was it you living in me? I could hear the summer rain,
I could hear the piano far away,
I was home, wherever it is.

我看见自己慢慢走进房间,还是说其实我看见的是 你? 我能听到夏天的雨声,遥远的钢琴声 不管天涯海角,而家,近在咫尺。