自杀

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.

憂黯星期天，你的夜已不遠，
與黑影分享我的孤寂，
閉上雙眼，就見孤寂千百度，
我無法成眠，然孤寂穩穩而眠，
告訴天使，別留我於此，
我亦隨你同行，
憂黯星期天，

孤寂星期天，我度過無數，
今日我將行向漫漫長夜，
蠟燭隨即點燃，燭煙燻濕雙眼，
毋需哭泣，吾友。

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很久之前，在吴若权的一本书里头曾看过这首歌的介绍。死亡之歌。。许多人听了以后都自杀了。悲情的音乐。这首歌甚至被禁了好长一段时间。接近一百多人自杀。是真的因为悲伤，还是只是风潮。创作者，最后也自杀了。

我倒觉得，听起来真的还不错。至少，我还没自杀。