数星星的女孩
夜空又划过一颗星，
窗边的女孩，
在数星星，
有星星的夜晚总是美的，
星星像钻石，
像未来那个梦中情人对自己的誓言，
直到遇到他，
是100颗星星终于缀满了天河，
他是梦中的白马王子，
为她单膝下跪，
可那只是星星们对女孩的想象，
女孩的眼里只有那个在生活里的勇者，
那个喝酒喝得烂醉还有点脾气的男人。


The Girl Counting Stars

Another star streaks across the night sky.
By the window stands a girl,
counting the stars one by one.
Nights dotted with stars are always beautiful.
Stars shine like diamonds,
like vows spoken by a dream lover yet to come.
Then she meets him,
and a hundred stars drape fully across the Milky Way.
He is the white prince of her childhood fantasies,
kneeling on one knee just for her.
Yet all of this is merely the stars’ fancy for the girl.
All she sees is a brave soul living among the mundane world—
a man who gets dead drunk and carries a temper all the same.