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Rosie poured coffee at the Bluebird Grill
罗茜在蓝鸟餐厅斟着咖啡
Ray came in running from the rain on the hill
雷从山坡的雨幕中奔进店内
With a worn-out jacket and a hole in his shoe
旧外套湿透鞋上还破了个洞
He dropped one nickel on number forty-two
他投下一枚五分硬币选了第四十二首
She said “We’re closing at a quarter to ten ”
她说：“十点差一刻我们就打烊”
He smiled “Then spin that piano again ”
他笑道：“那就让钢琴再响一遍”
One dance past midnight
午夜过后再跳一支舞
Two hearts keeping time
两颗心合着同一节拍
No plans in their pockets no warning sign
口袋里没有计划沿途也没有预兆
The clock kept talking;they paid no mind—
Sometimes forever starts one beat behind
有时候永远正从慢下的一拍开始
One dance past midnight
午夜过后再跳一支舞
The last bus left with a shudder and groan
末班车颤抖着呻吟着远去
Ray laughed “Well I guess I’m walking home ”
雷笑道：“看来我只能走回家了”
Rosie hung her apron on the old coat rack:
罗茜把围裙挂上老衣架：
“There’s a band by the river—if your feet ain’t cracked ”
They followed the thunder to a red neon light
他们循着轰鸣走向一盏红色霓虹
And danced every shadow clean out of the night
用舞步把夜里的阴影一扫而空
One dance past midnight
午夜过后再跳一支舞
Two hearts keeping time
两颗心合着同一节拍
No plans in their pockets no warning sign
口袋里没有计划沿途也没有预兆
The clock kept talking;they paid no mind—
Sometimes forever starts one beat behind
有时候永远正从慢下的一拍开始
One dance past midnight
午夜过后再跳一支舞
Thirty years later on a warm June night
三十年后又一个温暖的六月夜晚
The Bluebird sign was still burning bright
蓝鸟餐厅的招牌依旧明亮
A silver-haired couple stepped onto the floor;
一对白发爱人踏进舞池
The room somehow remembered what they came there for
那房间仿佛记得他们为何而来
The old jukebox coughed then started to play
老点唱机轻咳一声又开始播放
That worn-out number from a long-gone day
那首被岁月磨旧的往日旋律
A young girl asked them “How’d you know it was right”
年轻姑娘问：“你们怎知一切会走对？”
Rosie said “Honey we only knew that night ”
罗茜说：“亲爱的我们只知道那一夜没有错”
You can measure the road
你可以丈量道路
You can number the years;
也可以细数流年；
You can wait for a sign
你可以等待一个征兆
Till the moment disappears
直到那一刻悄然不见
But the heart keeps a rhythm
可心中自有一种节拍
No clock can define—
And sometimes forever
有时候所谓永远
Starts one beat behind
正从慢下的一拍开始
One dance past midnight
午夜过后再跳一支舞
Two hearts keeping time
两颗心合着同一节拍
No map for tomorrow no grand design
没有明日的地图也没有宏伟蓝图
The clock’s still talking—let it talk all night;
A wrong turn can lead you exactly right
一次错误的转弯也可能恰好走对
One dance past midnight
午夜过后再跳一支舞
Still turning through time—
Sometimes forever
有时候所谓永远
Starts one beat behind
正从慢下的一拍开始
