周末雨聲 The rainy weekend night

雨滴打落在傘頂上的聲音，

The sound of raindrops knocking on the umbrella.

越聽越像懷爐裡餘燼的嘆氣。

which is just like ash sighing in my warmers.

多少人捱過了一個個夜的黑，

How many people survived night after night,

卻敗給了周末的雨聲?

but lost in the weekend rain?

傘下的人看來孤單，

The one looks so lonely under the umbrella.

抵擋掉一些從天而降的寂寞，

Who resist the loneliness falling from heaven,

卻掩蓋不住那種自發性對寂寞的耽溺，

but could not cover the Indulging of loneliness spontaneously.

一路走來，還是打濕了眼眶。 

Along the way, still wetted eyes.