I've never been a drinker, I don't like alcohol, all my sensibilities. 我從不貪杯,不喜酒精佔據,所有靈敏的理智。
In such a cold winter, you are like a fire that cuts through day and night.
在這樣寒冬之際,你像是劃破晝夜的火光。
Your demeanor and your eyes have an inexplicable attraction to me, and my eyes linger on your figure from time to time.
你的舉止、你的眼神,對我有種莫名吸引力,視線不時流連忘返聚集在你的身影。
What kind of wine makes me so eager to taste it again?
是什麼樣的酒,讓我如此渴望能再次仔細品嘗?
Dressed in the rules of world affairs, no one has burst the dreamlike bubble.
披著世事約束的規則,誰也沒有戳破如夢幻的泡沫。
With a low voice in his ear, whose shadow is reflected in his eyes, you are a fatal temptation.
耳邊低聲輕挑語氣,眼底倒映著誰的影子,你是一種致命的誘惑。
You love to share a secret sensuality with me, a supremely pleasurable thrill that cannot be shown to anyone.
你喜愛與我共享一場秘密情趣,無法向任何人展示的至高無上愉悅刺激感。
The tricks you've put on me, you're like a writer who delights in making art with your own hands. 你施在我身上的招數,你像極樂於親手製作藝術品的作家。
Trying to dissect the unknown, peeling off my skin layer by layer, taking out my organs, putting stuffing in, and making it into a collectible in your glass cabinet.
試圖解剖不為人知的心事,將我外皮一層層剝去、取出器官、放入填充物,製作成你玻璃櫃裡的收藏品。
I am drinking wine that is not suitable for me on such a cold night.
我在這樣寒冷夜晚,喝著不適合自己的酒。
There is no need for extra promises to embellish, this is an ambiguous invitation of your love and my wishes.
不需要多餘承諾來點綴,這是一場你情我願的曖昧邀請。
Who took it seriously first, and who woke up early?
是誰先當了真,是誰提前清醒過來?
What kind of wine makes me so eager to taste it again?
是什麼樣的酒,讓我如此渴望能再次仔細品嘗?
I will finish this glass of wine and wake up tomorrow without looking back.
我會喝完這杯酒,明日清醒後,不再回頭。
Love the smell on you, mixed with some kind of alcohol that numbs all my senses.
喜歡你身上散發的氣味,混合著某種酒氣,麻痺了我的全部感官。
That kind of gentle demeanor is a weapon that makes people sink, taking the initiative to step into the trap you set, the burning heat flowing from the corner of my eyes, drinking the wine you gave me again, and tasting the most bitter and spicy taste in my mouth.
I am drinking wine that is not suitable for me on such a cold night.
我在這樣寒冷夜晚,喝著不適合自己的酒。
In the early morning, the sun ruthlessly woke me up, and a splitting headache swept over. There was no thoughtful breakfast, no hangover soup, only a note on the bedside with "Goodbye" written on it.