上海，一九四三 | Shanghai, Yi Jiu Si San | Shanghai, 1943

曲: 周杰倫
Qu: Zhou Jie Lun
Music: Jay Chou

詞：方文山
Ci: Fang Wen Shan
Lyrics: Vincent Fang

Translation: wackycashew - www.jay-chou.net

泛黄的春联还残留在墙上
fan huang de chuan lian huan can liu zai qiang shang
The yellowing new year scrolls still left abandoned on the walls

依稀可见几个字岁岁平安
yi xi ke jian ji ge zi sui sui ping an
Can still see a few words “peace for every generation”

在我没回去过的老家米缸
zai wo mei hui qu guo de lao jia mi gang
In the old home rice container which I haven’t returned to before

爷爷用楷书写一个满
ye ye yong kai shu xie yi ge man
Grandpa used scripted calligraphy to write a bucketful

黄金葛爬满了雕花的门窗
huang jin ge pa man le diao hua de men chuang
Golden coarse grass linen climbed all over the engraved doors and windows

夕阳斜斜映在斑驳的砖墙
xi yang xie xie ying zai ban bo de zhuan qiang
The setting sun diagonally shining on the variegated brick wall

铺着榉木板的屋内还弥漫
pu zhe ju mu ban de wu nei hai mi man
The house covered with beech wood planks was still filled with the smell (of)

姥姥当年酿的豆瓣酱
lao lao dang nian nian de dou ban jiang
The hot bean paste that Grandma made that year

我对着黑白照片开始想象
wo dui zhe hei bai zhao pian kai shi xiang xiang
Facing the black and white photos, I began to visualize

爸和妈当年的模样
ba he ma dang nian de mo yang
Dad and Mom’s appearance that year

说着一口吴侬软语的姑娘缓缓走过外滩
shuo zhe yi kou wu nong ruan yu de gu niang huan huan zou guo wai tan
A lady speaking a mouthful of soft words in Shanghai dialect slowly walked by Waitan

消失的 旧时光 一九四三
xiao shi de jiu shi guang yi jiu si san
The old times that have disappeared, 1943

在回忆 的路上 时间变好慢
zai hui yi de lu shang shi jian bian hao man
On the path of memories, time has become very slow

老街坊 小弄堂
lao jie fang xiao nong tang
Old neighbourhoods, narrow alleys

是属于那年代白墙黑瓦的淡淡的忧伤
shi shu yu na nian dai bai qiang hei wa de dan dan de you shang
Belong to the gloomy sadness of that era’s white walls and black tiles

消失的 旧时光 一九四三
xiao shi de jiu shi guang yi jiu si san
The old times that have disappeared, 1943

回头看 的片段 有一些风霜
hui tou kan de pian duan you yi xie feng shuang
Looking back at the scenes, one can see the hardships experienced

老唱盘 旧皮箱
lao chang pan jiu pi xiang
Old record players, old leather suitcases

装满了明信片的铁盒里藏着一片玫瑰花瓣
zhuang man le ming xin pian de tie he li cang zhe yi pian mei gui hua ban
Inside the metal box that is filled with postcards, there lies a rose petal that’s hidden