[歌詞:六興行者] [At the bottom of the English lyrics] [Whispery Intros] 多少歲月的無情 多少錯愛的不幸 多少迷惘的戀情 一杯酒 一個人的美 [Chorus] 一個人醉 一個人睡 一個人望著月光紅酒杯 一個人醒 一個人累 一個人唱著心聲 沒人陪 [spoken language] 不記得 是從哪一天開始 一杯酒 一盞燈 一夜的心事 沒人問 我今晚睡了 沒 只剩我 跟影子 還有一杯紅酒陪 [Verse ] 一個人吼 一個人哭 一個人拭淚也不再說辛苦 醒來又睡 睡了又醒 空蕩房間只剩一個人的呼吸聲 [Chorus-- Powerful Climaxes] 一個人醉 一個人睡 一個人望著月光紅酒杯 一個人醒 一個人累 一個人唱著心聲 沒人陪 [spoken language] 習慣了 一個人孤單的吃飯 孤單地 看著酒杯轉動著思念 不清楚 這齣戲何時落幕 最後謝幕 還是一個人 自己演自己的故事 [Bridge] 誰懂我(誰懂我) 笑中帶淚的眼神 誰陪我(誰陪我) 走過沒聲音的清晨 誰懂我(誰懂我) 就這樣一個人過 一個人 一個房間 日子一個人生活 [Outro Chorus] 一個人醉 一杯紅酒陪 一個人看著風景 已經習慣 一個人睡 一個人醒 一個人走到最後 一個人的美 也不再傷悲 一個人的美 也不再傷悲 =========================== [Lyrics: Liu Xing xingzhe] I haven't been in love for many years, So many misfortunes of wrong love, So many bewildered romances. A glass of wine, a person's beauty. Drunk alone, sleeping alone, gazing at the moonlight in a wine glass. Waking up alone, tired alone, singing my heart's voice alone, no one to keep me company. I don't remember which day it started. A glass of wine, a lamp, a night's worth of thoughts. No one asks if I slept tonight. Only me, my shadow, and a glass of wine remain. Shouting alone, crying alone, wiping away tears without complaining of hardship. Waking up and sleeping again, sleeping and waking up again. The empty room is filled only with the sound of one person's breathing. Drunk alone, sleeping alone, gazing at the moonlight in a wine glass. Waking up alone, tired alone, singing my heart's voice alone, no one to keep me company. I've gotten used to eating alone. Alone, I watch my wine glass swirl with longing. I don't know when this play will end. In the final curtain call, I'm still alone, acting out my own story. Who understands me (who understands me)? My eyes, smiling through tears. Who accompanies me (who accompanies me) through the silent mornings? Who understands me (who understands me)? Living alone like this. Alone, in a room, living my days alone. Drunk alone, a glass of red wine for company. Watching the scenery alone, I've gotten used to it. Sleeping alone, waking up alone. Walking to the end alone. The beauty of being alone is no longer sorrowful. The beauty of being alone is no longer sorrowful. ================================
