紙風箏在夜裡飄 The paper kite drifts in the night 胡同深處燈影搖 Deep in the alley, lantern shadows sway 風說古老城牆在夢裡咆哮 The wind says the ancient city walls roar in dreams 踩著青石板路聽遠方誰在吹簫 Stepping on bluestone paths, listening to someone playing the xiao far away 茶館裡的說書人拍桌講到長板橋 The storyteller in the teahouse slaps the table, recounting the Long Slope Bridge 老榕樹下烏鴉盤旋像是守著祕寶 Under the old banyan, crows circle as if guarding a secret treasure 月光灑在破城門像一紙泛黃的符號 Moonlight spills on the broken gate like a yellowed talisman 小販推著木車說城裡風向又在鬧 The vendor pushes his wooden cart, saying the city’s wind is stirring again 講著前朝將軍戰鼓敲得天在動搖 Speaking of past dynasty generals whose war drums shook the heavens 風一吹過紙鈔四散像落葉亂跑 A gust scatters paper money like fallen leaves running wild 我像跟著前世的腳印一路往回尋找 I follow past-life footprints, searching all the way back 風箏啊風箏你飛過誰的年少 Kite, oh kite, whose youth have you flown over 你看過誰的煩惱 Whose sorrows have you witnessed 我抓著你抓著你 I hold you, I hold you 像抓住命運懸著的線條 Like grasping the thread fate dangles 午夜啊午夜你翻過古書的殘稿 Midnight, oh midnight, you turn the tattered pages of ancient books 吹散了誰的驕傲 Blowing away whose pride 我聽著你聽著你 I listen to you, I listen to you 聽見某段失落的號角 Hearing a lost trumpet call 破廟裡的香灰飄落像雪一樣輕巧 Incense ash in the ruined temple falls like snow, light and deft 牆上的壁畫褪色卻還在守護舊時的喧鬧 Faded murals on the wall still guard the clamor of old times 戈壁邊的狼嚎突然響起像被影子驚到 A wolf’s howl on the Gobi edge suddenly rises, startled by shadows 回頭的瞬間只看到風把回憶一頁頁揭掉 In the moment I turn, I see only the wind tearing memories page by page 石階旁老人說這陣子夜裡常有怪鳥 An old man by the stone steps says strange birds often appear at night lately 拍著翅像在尋找遺失的羽毛 Flapping wings as if searching for lost feathers 我踩過斑駁的影子像走在兩個時空交錯的隧道 I step over mottled shadows, like walking through a tunnel where two eras cross 聽到命運從暗處喃喃低語卻抓不住它的預兆 Hearing fate murmur from the dark, yet unable to grasp its omens 風箏啊風箏你飛過誰的年少 Kite, oh kite, whose youth have you flown over 你看過誰的煩惱 Whose sorrows have you witnessed 我抓著你抓著你 I hold you, I hold you 像抓住命運懸著的線條 Like grasping the thread fate dangles 午夜啊午夜你翻過古書的殘稿 Midnight, oh midnight, you turn the tattered pages of ancient books 吹散了誰的驕傲 Blowing away whose pride 我聽著你聽著你 I listen to you, I listen to you 聽見某段失落的號角 Hearing a lost trumpet call 還記得那年風把屋瓦吹得響亮 I still remember that year the wind made the roof tiles ring loud 我們站在高崗上說夢會發光 We stood on the high ridge, saying dreams would glow 再後來誰離開誰迷惘 Later, who left, who lost their way 像兩縷煙飄散在不同方向 Like two wisps of smoke drifting in different directions 我以為風會記得過往 I thought the wind would remember the past 結果它帶走了所有張狂 Yet it took away all the wildness 只剩下一張泛白的願望 Leaving only a faded wish 風箏啊風箏你飛過誰的年少 Kite, oh kite, whose youth have you flown over 你看過誰的煩惱 Whose sorrows have you witnessed 我抓著你抓著你 I hold you, I hold you 像抓住命運懸著的線條 Like grasping the thread fate dangles 午夜啊午夜你翻過古書的殘稿 Midnight, oh midnight, you turn the tattered pages of ancient books 吹散了誰的驕傲 Blowing away whose pride 我聽著你聽著你 I listen to you, I listen to you 聽見某段失落的號角 Hearing a lost trumpet call 古城燈火微小 The old city’s lights are faint 風箏想必也已睡著 The kite must have fallen asleep 我收起它的時候 When I reel it in 卻聽見遠方有人在輕敲 I hear someone softly knocking in the distance
