Artist: Jay Chou (周杰倫 (Chou Chieh-Lun))
Song: 夜的第七章 [Chapter Seven] (Yè de dì qī zhāng) •Album: Still Fantasy (2006)

夜的第七章

1983年小巷 12月晴朗
夜的第七章
打字机继续推向

接近事实的那下一行
石楠烟斗的雾
飘向枯萎的树
沉默的对我哭诉
贝克街旁的圆形广场

盔甲骑士臂上
鸢尾花的徽章 微亮
无人马车声响 深夜的拜访
邪恶在维多利亚的月光下
血色的开场

消失的手枪 焦黑的手杖 融化的蜡像
谁不在场 珠宝箱上 符号的假象
矛盾通往 他堆沏的死巷
证据被完美埋葬
那嘲弄苏格兰警场的嘴角上扬

如果邪恶 是华丽残酷的乐章
(那么正义 是深沉无奈的惆怅）
它的终场 我会 亲手写上
(那我就点亮 在灰烬中的微光)
晨曦的光 风干最后一行忧伤
(那么雨滴 会清洗黑暗的高墙)
黑色的墨 染上安详
(散场灯关上 红色的布幕下降)

事实只能穿向 没有脚印的土壤
突兀的细微花香 刻意显眼的服装
每个人为不同的理由戴着面具说谎
动机也只有一种名字那叫做欲望

越过人性的沼泽
谁真的可以不被弄脏
我们可以 遗忘 原谅
但必须知道真相
被移动过的铁床

那最后一块图终于拼上
我听见脚步声 预料的软皮鞋跟
他推开门晚风晃了煤油灯 一阵
打字机停在凶手的名称 我转身

西敏寺的夜空 开始沸腾
在胸口绽放 艳丽的死亡
我品尝这最后一口甜美的真相
微笑回想正义只是安静的伸张
提琴在泰晤士

如果邪恶 是华丽残酷的乐章
(脚步声 预料的软皮鞋跟
他推开门晚风晃了煤油灯 一阵)
它的终场 我会 亲手写上
(打字机停在凶手的名称 我转身)
(西敏寺的夜空 开始沸腾)

黑色的墨 染上安详
如果邪恶 是华丽残酷的乐章
它的终场 我会 亲手写上
晨曦的光 风干最后一行忧伤
黑色的墨 染上安详

Chapter Seven of the Night

In an alley in 1983
On a clear December night
Chapter Seven of the Night

The pushing of the typewriter
Moves closer to the truth with every line
Smoke from the briar pipe
Drifts toward withered trees
Silently lamenting to me

At the circle by Baker Street
A fleur-de-lis gleams
On the arm of the armored knight
The sounds of empty carriages
Late night calls
Evil under Victorian moonlight
A bloodstained opening act

A vanished pistol
A cane scorched black
A melted wax doll
Who has an alibi?
The illusion in the symbols on the treasure chest
Contradictions lead to the dead end he constructed
The evidence was buried perfectly
A smirk mocking Scotland Yard rose to his lips

If evil is a glorious, ruthless movement
(Then justice hides its helpless melancholy)
I will write its final act myself
(Then I’ll light the embers glowing in the ashes)
The last line of sorrow air-dries in the morning light
(Then raindrops will wash the high walls clean of darkness)
Ink dyes serenity black
(Stage lights dim, the red curtain falls)

The truth can only lead
To soil with no footprints
A striking floral fragrance
Deliberately conspicuous clothing
Everyone hides for different reasons
Behind a mask of lies
And there is only one motive
Its name is desire

Who can cross the swamp of human nature
And truly stay unsoiled?
We can forget and forgive
But the truth must be known
The iron bed was moved
The last puzzle piece clicks into place

I hear footsteps
The soft leather heels I anticipated
He pushes the door open
The oil lamp flickers in the night wind
The typewriter stops at the killer’s name
I turn around

The night sky over Westminster Abbey begins to simmer
At his chest bloomed beautiful death
I savour the last bite of sweet truth
Smile and recall that justice is just an extension of quiet
The violin is in the Thames

If evil is a glorious, ruthless movement
(Footsteps, the soft leather heels I anticipated)
(He pushes the door open)
(The oil lamp flickers in the night wind)
I will write its final act myself
(The typewriter stops at the killer’s name)
(I turn around)
(The night sky over Westminster Abbey begins to simmer)

Ink dyes serenity black
If evil is a glorious, ruthless movement
I will write its final act myself
The last line of sorrow air-dries in the morning light
Ink dyes serenity black

Submitted by osmanth

Author’s comments:
Line breaks have been adjusted from the source lyrics where some sentences were (perhaps erroneously) broken up across verses.

Chapter Seven

Twilight’s chapter seven.December,nighteen-eighty-three in the lane

The typewriter kept shifting to

the next line closer to the truth
The smog from the briar
permeated the withered tree
sobbing silently to me
Right on the circus beside Beck Street,

the Fleur-de-lis was shimmering

Unmanned hansom rattled. The midnight visit
In the Victorian moonlight,
evil had crimsoned the prologue

The vanished pistol. The scorched staff. The molten wax doll.
Who has alibi? The illusion on the treasure chest
oddly led to the cul-de-sac he’d paved
The evidence was buried
The smile mocking at Scotland Yard played on his lips

If evil is the baroque and ruthless movement
Then justice is the deep and helpless pensiveness
Then I’ll write down the ending by myself.
Then I’ll kindle the dim gleam in the ashes
The day break dried the last line of melancholy
Then the rain will wash out the darkened clerestory
The ink dyed the serenity
As the scarlet curtain fell,the lights were turned off

The truth only lead to the ground without any traces
The wee fragrance was eerie. The queer clothes worn on purpose.
Everyone is lying under the masks of different reasons
There’s only a name for their inducements: it’s called”lust”
far farther farther far far far farther farther far far
Who can stay clean after
wading through the swamp of humanity?
We can forgive and forget,
but we have to know the truth first
Someone’d moved the iron bed.
The last piece finally completed puzzle

I heard the footfalls of the leather heels I expected
He opened the door. The night breeze swayed the paraffin lamp.
The typewriter stopped at the killer’s name, I turned round.
The skies of the Abbey began seething
The flamboyant death bloomed on his bosom.
I savored the last bite of the sweet truth to the full
I recalled with a smile. Justice had been done quiet.
The violin’s in the Thames

If evil is the baroque and ruthless movement
footfalls of the leather heels I expected
He opened the door. The night breeze swayed the paraffin lamp.
Then I’ll write down the ending by myself.
The typewriter stopped at the killer’s name, I turned round.
The skies of the Abbey began seething
The ink dyed the serenity

If evil is the baroque and ruthless movement
Then I’ll write down the ending by myself.
The day break dried the last line of melancholy
The ink dyed the serenity

Submitted by Stormyfeather