法拉第传(选自纪录片《宇宙时空之旅》第10集 电之骄子)

Can you see me?Can you hear me?How?I could be thousands of miles away,and yet, when you turn on whatever device is bringing my image and voice to you,I’m there.Instantaneously.

How is that possible?

To our ancestors,it would’ve seemed like sorcery.For them, speed of communication was only as fast as the swiftest horse or sailing ships.Our messages travel invisibly at the speed of light.How did we attain such mythic powers?It all began in the mind of one person.A child of poverty of whom nothing was expected.

In fact,if this man had not lived…the world we know might not exist today.Sooner or later,someone would’ve likely figured out some of his discoveries.But if Michael Faraday had never lived,we might still be living as our ancestors did in the 17th century.Unaware of armies of invisible servants awaiting our commands.

 

This is the story of how we learned to make electrons do our bidding.In a way, it begins with the greatest genius who ever lived–Isaac Newton.

This is Woolsthorpe, Newton’s ancestral home.He walked these fields, tormented by mystery.Newton, the man who figured out the formula for the motions of the planets around the Sun,wanted to know how does the Sun make the planets act that way

without touching them?How do all the apples know how to fall?

Another genius was puzzled by another aspectof the same mystery.

“You see, son?No matter how I turn the compass,the needle always points the same way.Except…””But how?They do not touch.””I didn’t hear a “Thank you,” Albert.”

“I can still remember this.The experience made a deep and lasting impression on me.Something deeply hidden had to be behind things.”

Between the lifetimes of Einstein and Newton,there lived another genius,one of equal stature.The man who solved the mystery that stumped Newton,also laid the foundation for Einstein’s revolutionary insights.And for the way we live now.

 

In 1791, in a squalid slum in the suburbs of London,Michael Faraday was born.

He showed little promise at school.

“Pray tell us a word that begins with the letter R.Well?”

“Wabbit?”

“The word is “Rabbit.”Once again,and correctly this time.”

“Wabbit?”

“Do you mock me?Have I not told you how to pronounce the letter R?Surely you can at least tell us your name?”

“Michael “Fawaday,” ma’am.”

“Take this ha’penny,and buy me a cane,so that I may give your insolent brother a proper flogging.”

History does not record that Michael Faraday ever attended school again.Faraday took his family’s fundamentalist Christian faith to heart.It would always remain a source of strength,comfort and humility for him.He was sent to work at a bookbindery at the age of 13.By day, he bound the books,and by night,he read them.It was the beginning of a lifelong fascination with electricity.After years of working in the bookbindery,Faraday, now 21,yearned to escapeto a larger world.His big break came when a customergave him a ticket to a sensationalnew kind of entertainment–science for the public.

And it started right here at London’s Royal Institution.

 

Humphry Davy was not only one of the leading scientists of his day,he discovered several chemical elements,including calcium and sodium.He was also a consummate showman.And primitive demonstrations of electricity never failed as a crowd pleaser.

“May we have the lights lowered, please?I am about to unleash the might of the 2,000 massive chemical batteries stored in the cellar beneath our feet.And now, behold the power of the mysterious force of electrical fluid to illuminate our future.”

 

Faraday was too busy taking notes to applaud.

 

Faraday created a transcript of Davy’s lecture.Using the skills he had learned as an apprentice,he bound them into this book.Perhaps such a gift would bring him to the attention of the great man.Maybe this gesture could be a means of escape to a much larger universe.

 

“Good day, sir.I wish you to deliver this parcel to Sir Humphry.”It was a long shot, anyway.But Faraday hoped something would come of it.And it did.

 

“Uh, the experiment is ready for you now, sir.”

“Ampere tells me that poor Dulong lost an eyeand three fingers working with this.”

“My eyes!My eyes!”

 

When a chemical experiment blew up in the face of the world-renowned scientistHumphry Davy,he remembered Michael Faraday,the lad who had gone through such lengths to copy down and bind the transcript of his lecture.

 

“You have a first-rate memory, young man.And I shall have temporary need of a secretary.”

“Sir, I dream of a life in service to science.”

“I would advise you to stick to the bookbinding.Science is a harsh mistress.Surely, a person of your station and modest means must have a trade.”

“Trade is vicious and selfish.Men of science are amiable and morally superior.”

“I take it I’m the first man of scienceyou’ve ever met.”

 

Faraday made himself indispensable to Davy.The temporary job became a permanent one,and the Royal Institution became his lifelong home.By day, he assisted Davy in the lab,at day’s end, he climbed the stairs to the little apartment where his beloved bride Sarah was waiting.

 

Humphry Davy and the chemist William Wollaston were experimenting with a mysterious phenomenon,one with potentially far-reaching implications.

“This is the identical setup to Orsted’s.Now close the circuit, Davy, and watch closely.”

“What could be driving the needle away from the wire?”

“Damned if I know.

“But it’s as if the electric current makes the wire behave like some kind of magnet.Electricity must have something to do with magnetism.”

“Now if we could only get it to turn continuously,imagine what might be accomplished if we could putthese forces to work.”

“After you tidy up, Faraday,you might see whatyou can make of it.”

 

Davy may have been having a bit of fun at the expenseof his young assistant,but Faraday was on fire.Up to now, electricity had been nothing more than an entertaining novelty toy.It could make a light flash for an instant or turn a compass needle briefly,but it had no practical application.

Faraday immediately set about designing the experiment,devoting every moment of his spare time to the problem.If Faraday succeeded,he would be putting an infinitely large, invisible,and as-yet-undiscovered army of electrons at the command of human whim.

How does a revolution begin?Sometimes it doesn’t take much.A piece of metal,a bowl of mercury,a bit of cork.

 

“Sarah dear,send your little brother down.I’m about to try something knew,and I want him to see it.

Why don’t you dothe honors, Georgie.”

“There she goes.There she goes!”

This was the first motorconverting electric current into continuous mechanical motion.

Looks pretty feeble, right?But that turning spindleis the beginning of a revolution,one that dwarfs all the shots fired

and bombs ever detonated in the sheer magnitude of its effect on our civilization.Try to imagine all the businesses,

industries, technologies,transformations of the way we live

that have their beginnings in that ecstatic moment in Michael Faraday’s laboratory.

News of Faraday’s invention spread quickly,and suddenly, Davy’s assistant was the toast of London.

Davy didn’t take it well.He had, after all, discovered all those elements.Now people were saying that his greatest discovery was Michael Faraday.Davy made sure that Faraday wouldn’t be making any more headlines anytime soon.

 

“You sent for me, sir?”

“I have a new challenge for you.I want you to take over our efforts to improve the quality of British optical glass.Those damned Bavariansare running circles around us.”

“Glass?With all due respect, sir,I know nothing at allof glass-making.”

“Then you will learn, Faraday.We all know whata quick study you are.Just analyze the chemical composition of their glass and work backwards to see how they made it.It shouldn’t take you long.”

 

But Faraday struggled for four yearswithout any success.This is even worsethan the last batch.No matter how hard he tried,Faraday could not figure out what Joseph Fraunhofer had discovered years before.What Faraday failed to grasp was that casting perfect optical glass for telescopes was a craft as well as a science,and the masters in Bavaria kept their secrets under lock and key.Faraday never did learn their secret.He kept a single glass brick as a souvenir of this failure.Years later, it would change the course of his life…and ours.

 

Davy’s death finally brought an end to this fruitless project,

and Faraday,the boy from the slums,succeeded him as Director of the Laboratory.Faraday used his new authority to do something unprecedented–a series of annual Christmas lectures on science for the young… beginning in 1825 and continuing to this day.

 

At one of the first Christmas lectures,Faraday enchanted his audience with displays of the new powers that were at his disposal.

“Suppose I want to fire a portion of gunpowder.I can readily do it with the power of electricity.If I receive electricity through this conducting wire,I can then give it to anything I touch.But I must stand on these insulating glass legto prevent the electricity from going away into the floor.

Now I am electrified!”

“Whoa!”

“Do you think I could light this gas jetjust by touching it with my finger?”

“No, don’t do it! No!”

“No! Don’t!”

“Now, mind you, don’t try this at home.”

“And now, my children,you have seen for yourselves how this invisible force of electricity can be made to serve new purposes utterly unattainable by the powers we have now.”

 

The invention of a motorthat could work continuously,eliminating countless human hours of drudgery,would be more than enough to make you a fortune and land you in the history books.But that’s not how Michael Faraday saw it.He had absolutely no interest in patenting his ideas or personally profiting from them.And as for the history books,he had only written the first sentence of an entry that would be many pages long.

 

“Mr. Anderson, may I ask youto dim the lights, please?

Gentlemen, I am about to induce a current of electricity

merely by moving a magnet.Please observe what happens

in the gap between the wires when I do so.

Do you see how the current only flows when the magnet is moving?This is the conversionof motion into electricity.”

 

This was the first generator.From here, electricity would become available on demand.Faraday was continuing to change the world and the way people lived,and then, suddenly,an illness attacked his incomparable mind.

 

“My dear Schoenbein,I would be very grateful to have your opinion regarding…Regarding…

Dear Schoenbein…Regarding…”

“My dear husband,whatever is the matter?”

“I began a letter to Schoenbeinand could not remember what I meant to say.”

“This is no cause for alarm.You work too hard.- You’re exhausted.”

“No.Sarah, this is different.Horribly different.It’s the third time my memory has failed me in as many days.I fear I’m losing my mind.And what would I be without that?”

“Why, my darling husband, of course.”

 

When Faraday was 49,he began to battle severe memory loss and depression.His work came to a standstill.And although he never fully recovered,his greatest achievements still lay ahead.Faraday had immersed himself so deeply in electricaland magnetic experiments that he came to visualize the space around a magnet as filled with invisible lines of force.A magnet was not simply the magnetized bar of iron that you could see.It was also the unseen something in the space around the bar.And that something he called a field.

A magnetic field.

 

Faraday believed in the unity of nature.Having demonstrated the connections between electricity and magnetism, he wondered,were these two forces also connected to a third– light?If he could only show a connection among these three invisible phenomena,one of nature’s most intimate secrets would at last be revealed.

So, what did he do?

He designed an experiment.

Faraday knew that light can travel as a wave.Waves of light vibrate randomly in all directions.But there’s a way to isolate a single wave of light.It’s called polarization.

When light bounces off a reflective surface,like a mirror,it becomes polarized.

Faraday wanted to see if that single ray of light could be manipulated by the invisible magnetic field.

The eyepiece contained a crystalthat acted as a kind of picket fence for light.Light could only pass through it if it was somehow moved by the magnet.

He placed a lantern before a mirror,one that he would only see through the eyepiece if its reflection could pass through the picket fence.If this is hard to understand,don’t feel bad.Scientists could not explain this phenomenon for another 100 years.

Faraday knew that magnetism had no effect on light that was moving through air.But what about when it was moving through other materials?So what kind of material could he use to help the magnet move the light?

He tried hundreds of different transparent chemicals and objects…but saw nothing through the eyepiece.The light was not twisted by the magnet.He tried crystals of calcite,sodium carbonate,calcium sulfate,and still, he saw nothing.He tried acids.Sulfuric acid,muriatic acid,carbonic acid.He tried gasses…oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen…with no success.The magnetic field induced in these substances could not twist the lightfrom his lamp back into view.

In desperation,he decided to try…the glass brick,the souvenir of his years of bondage to Davy.

It did the trick.The force of the magnet twisted the light so that it could pass through the crystal.

So, what’s the big deal?Faraday had demonstrated the existence of the physical reality that surrounds us,but which no one had ever been able to detect.It was as dramatic a breakthrough as seeing the cosmos for the very first time through a telescope.By showing that an electromagnetic force could manipulate light,Faraday had discovered a deeper unity of nature.He had opened a door for Einstein and all the physicists who came after him to glimpse the interplay of hidden, primal forces in the universe.

 

Even as he approached the summit of his genius,

he was plagued by depression and doubts about his ability

to retain eventhe simplest thoughts.

“My dear friend, I find a difficulty in answering or even acknowledging properly a scientific letter,for I cannot now hold it at once in my mind.The memory of the parts fail me.”

“P.S. You will be sorry to see the tone of this short note,but my dearest husband is not quite so well as usual,but I hope he will improve.Yours very truly, S. Faraday.”

As a young man,Faraday had risen from poverty,in one of the mostclass-conscious societies the world has ever known,to become the most celebrated scientist of his time.

By age 40, he had invented the electric motor,the transformer, the generator,machines that would change everything about the home,the farm, the factory.

Now, at 60, decades afterthe fertile periods of the greatest physicists,plagued by memory loss and melancholy,he fearlessly probed deeper into the mysterious invisible forces.The world thought that Michael Faraday was a has-been.

Despite his depression,he remained as passionately curious as ever.Having discovered the unity of electricity,magnetism and light,Faraday needed to know how this trinity of natural forces work together.

 

“♪ this is the way the ladies walk… ♪”

This was nothing new.Children had been playing with magnets and iron filings for centuries.Everyone had always assumed that this lovely pattern was just somethingthat iron did.Faraday knew that electric current turns a wire into a magnet,so he expectedto find related patterns in iron filings around a wire carrying electricity.But where others saw merely lovely shapes,Faraday saw something profound.The patterns were not simply a quirk of iron filings;they existed in the space around a magnet or an electric current,even in the absence of iron filings.The patterns were the traces,the footprints of invisible fields of force,that reached out into the space around anything magnetic.

The compass needle that people wondered at for a thousand years was not reacting to some far away magnetic North Pole.It was detecting a continuous force field that stretched all the way there.Earth itself is a giant magnet.And like any other magnet,its lines of force extend far out into the space surrounding it.They’re everywhere, all around us.They’ve always been.But nobody had ever noticed them before.Nobody human, that is.

 

Birds are the last living descendants of the dinosaurs.Pigeons and other birds are remarkably good at finding their way around.They can migrate thousands of miles without getting lost.How? Partly by recognizing familiar landmarks–rivers, mountains, stars.Even certain smells can serve as signposts for migrating birds.But birds also have an inner compass.They can actually sense the Earth’s magnetic field.Their brains process magnetic data in much the same way ours process visual data.By sensing the direction of the field,birds can tell north from south.That’s one way North American birds know which way to go when they head south for the winter.The field is stronger near the poles than it is at the equator,a fact that birds use to figure out their latitude.There are also smallirregularities in the field,locations where the field is a little weaker or stronger.Just like a distinctive mountain or river,these magnetic anomalies can serve as landmarks.For thousands of years, humans have used carrier pigeons to send messages to distant locations.It was a crucial method of communication as recently as World War II.When you think about it, we’ve been using magnetic fields to communicate for a long time.We just didn’t know it.

So why does our planet have a magnetic field at all?What causes it?

The answer lies deep inside the Earth.

 

Liquid iron, circulating around the solid part of the core as Earth rotates,acts like a wirecarrying an electric current.And as Faraday showed us,electric currents produce magnetic fields.And that’s a good thing.Our magnetic field protects us from the onslaughtof cosmic rays, which would be very damaging to our biosphere.Cosmic rays can rip through DNA.Without our magnetic field,the rate of mutation in living organisms would be much higher.Fortunately, most of this cosmic shrapnel gets trapped in the Van Allen belts,donut-shaped zones of charged particles corralled by our magnetic shield.

Knowing that the Earth itself is like a giant bar magnet explains one of the most beautiful sights in the sky,Charged particles from the Sun, the solar wind,are constantly bombarding the Earth.You can think of the solar wind as a kind of electric current.Our planet’s magnetic field channels that current towards the North and South Poles.When it hits our atmosphere,the oxygen and nitrogen molecules in the air glow like giant fluorescent lightbulbs.

When Faraday pursued his last and most profound discovery,the poverty of his childhood stymied him as it never had before.He needed help and found it in one who had come from another world.Michael Faraday had solved the mystery that baffled Isaac Newton.This was how the Sun told the planets how to move without touching them.The Sun does touch the planets with its gravitational field,and Earth’s gravitational field tells the apples how to fall.

 

All this is a dream.

 

Unfortunately, that was the prevailing view among his fellow scientists.Faraday was dreaming.They admired his inventiveness and his genius for experimentation,but they regarded his invisible “lines of force” and his ideas about light and gravity as hand-waving,meaning there was nothing solid to back it up.Some openly ridiculed his theories.They needed to see his ideas expressed in the language of modern physics,precise equations.

This was the one area where Faraday’s childhood poverty and lack of formal education actually held him back.He couldn’t do the math.Faraday had finally hit a wall that he could not overcome.

 

And then, the greatest theoretical physicist of the 19th century came along.James Clerk Maxwell was born into a world of wealth and privilege,an only child of doting middle-aged parents.By his early 20s, he had made a name for himself as a mathematician.While other scientists had cometo think of Faraday as old-fashioned;a great figure of the pastbut no part of the future of physics,James Clerk Maxwellknew better.He began by reading everything Faraday had written on electricity.He became convinced that Faraday’s fields of force were real, and he set out to give them a precise mathematical formulation.

 

An equation in physics is just a shorthand description of something that can be represented in space and time.For instance, the equation that describes the arc of a pendulum shows that it can never swing higher than its initial height.

When Maxwell translated Faraday’s experimental observation on electromagnetic fields into equations,he discovered an asymmetry.See that bottom one?It cries out for something else.

Great mathematician that he was,Maxwell added a single term to balance it.This tweaking of the equation changed Faraday’s static field into waves that spread outward at the speed of light.

It wasn’t long before we found a way to turn those waves…into couriersfor our messages.

 

Can you see me?Can you hear me?This is how.

 

This technology has transformed human civilization from a patchwork of cities,towns and villages into an intercommunicating organism…linking us at light speed…to each other…and to the cosmos.

 

Nothing is too wonderful to be true,if it be consistent with the laws of nature.

 

End Poem

终末之诗 End Poem

I see the player you mean.

Explorer_Prime?

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

That doesn’t matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.

Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.

They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.

What did this player dream?

This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.

Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?

It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].

It cannot read that thought.

No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?

Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.

It reads our thoughts.

Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.

And yet they play the game.

But it would be so easy to tell them…

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.

I will not tell the player how to live.

The player is growing restless.

I will tell the player a story.

But not the truth.

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

Give it a body, again.

Yes. Player…

Use its name.

[Playername]. Player of games.

Good.

Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Re spawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn’t you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a player.

The player was you, [Playername].

Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.

Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.

Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.

Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.

Let’s go back.

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.

And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother’s body, into the long dream.

And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a source code a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

Let’s go further back.

The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player’s body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by…

Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks “electrons” and “protons”.

Sometimes it called them “planets” and “stars”.

Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.

You are the player, reading words…

Shush… Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive

You. You. You are alive.

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player’s eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream

and the universe said I love you

and the universe said you have played the game well

and the universe said everything you need is within you

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

and the universe said you are the daylight

and the universe said you are the night

and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

and the universe said you are not alone

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see the player you mean.

我看到你所指的那位玩家了。

Explorer_Prime?

Explorer_Prime?

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

是的。小心。它已达到了更高的境界。它能够阅读我们的思想。

That doesn’t matter. It thinks we are part of the game.

无伤大雅。它认为我们是游戏的一部分。

I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.

我喜欢这个玩家。它玩得很好。它从未放弃。

It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

它正在阅读我们的思绪,就好像阅读着屏幕上的文字一样。

That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.

在它深陷游戏梦境中时,它选择以这种方式想象出形形色色的事物。

Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.

文字创造了一种美妙的(思维交流之)界面。非常灵活。且不会像凝视着屏幕后的现实一样令人恐惧。

They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.

它们也曾经(通过)听声音(来接收信息)。在玩家能够阅读之前。让我们回溯到那些日子里,那些不曾玩过MC(ps:此处也双关指更深远的东西,比如人生)的人们称呼玩家为女巫,和术士的日子里。而玩家们梦见它们自己乘坐在被恶魔施力的棍子上,在天空中翱翔。

What did this player dream?

这个玩家梦见了什么?

This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.

这个玩家梦见了阳光和树。梦见了火与水。它梦见它创造。它亦梦见它毁灭。它梦见它狩猎,亦被狩猎。它梦见了庇护所。

Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?

哈,那原始的界面(ps:不清楚此处指的是位面还是前文所提的文字界面)。百万年的岁月流逝,它依旧发挥着作用。但这玩家在那屏幕后的真实里,建造了什么真实的建筑(ps:当为代指,可能指玩家在游戏中摧毁/放置方块使得MC世界发生改变)?

It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].

它辛勤地劳作,与上百万的伙伴一起,在环复折叠的[乱码]之中,雕琢了一个真实的世界,并且为了[乱码],在[乱码]中创造了[乱码]。

It cannot read that thought.

它读不出那个思绪。

No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.

不。它还没有到达最高的境界。那层境界,它必须在生命的长梦达到,而非短暂的、游戏中的黄梁一梦。

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?

它知道我们爱它么?它知道这个宇宙是仁慈的吗?

Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

有时,通过它思绪的杂音,它能听到宇宙(之声),(这时)它能知道(我们爱它、宇宙仁慈)。

But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.

但是在漫漫长梦之中,亦有不胜悲伤之时。它创造了没有夏日的世界,在黑日下颤抖着,将自己悲伤的创造视为现实世界。

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.

用悲伤来治愈会摧毁它。而悲伤是它的私人事务。我们不能干涉。

Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.

有时当它们深陷梦境中时,我想要告诉它们,它们正在现实中创造真实的世界。有时我想告诉它们其自身对宇宙的重要性。有时,当它们一时无法区分梦境与现实,我想帮助它们(战胜心魔)来说出它们惧怕的话。

It reads our thoughts.

它读出了我们的思想。

Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.

有时我毫不关心。有时我想要告诉它们,你们所认为的真实不过是[乱码]和[乱码],我想要告诉它们,它们是在[乱码]中的[乱码]。于它们的长梦中,它们看见的真实太少了。

And yet they play the game.

而它们仍然玩着这个游戏。

But it would be so easy to tell them…

但其实真的很容易就可以告诉它们……

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.

对于这个梦来说那太强烈了。告诉它们如何活着就等同于阻止它们活下去。

I will not tell the player how to live.

我不会告诉这个玩家如何生活的。

The player is growing restless.

这个玩家正在变得焦躁。

I will tell the player a story.

我会告诉这个玩家一个故事。

But not the truth.

但不是真相。

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

不。是一个在文字牢笼中严密包裹真相的故事。而不是赤裸裸的、一眼即可看穿真相。

Give it a body, again.

再次赋予它身体。

Yes. Player…

好的。玩家……

Use its name.

以名字称呼它。

[Playername]. Player of games.

[玩家名称]。游戏的玩家。

Good.

很好。

Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.

现在,深呼吸。然后再深呼吸一次。感受空气充盈你的肺叶。让你的四肢回归(你的控制)。是的,活动你的手指。再次感受你的身体,在重力下,在空气中。在长梦中重生。你感受到了。你的每一寸身体都再次触摸着宇宙,就好像你是分离的存在(大意是每个部分都分隔、独立地存在)。就好像我们是分离的存在。

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

我们是谁?我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲,月亮母亲。先祖的英灵,动物的魂魄。神灵。鬼魂。小绿人。而后是上帝,恶魔,天使。吵闹鬼。外星人,地外生物。轻粒子,夸克。称谓不断地变化。我们不变如初。

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn’t you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

我们就是宇宙。我们是一切你认为不是你的事物。你现在正看着我们,通过你的皮肤和你的眼睛。而为什么宇宙触摸着你的皮肤,向你倾洒光芒?是为了看见你,玩家。是为了解你,以及被你了解。我应告诉你一个故事。

Once upon a time, there was a player.

很久以前,有一个玩家。

The player was you, [Playername].

那玩家就是你,[玩家名称]

Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.

有时它认为自己是那不断旋转的球体上一层薄薄的熔化的岩石上的人类。那融化的岩石星球环绕着一个质量大它三十三万倍的炽热气体星球旋转。它们是相隔得如此之远,以至于光需要八分钟才能穿越它们间的鸿沟。那光是来自一颗恒星的信息,它能够在一亿五千万公里外烧灼你的皮肤。

Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.

有时这个玩家梦见它是一个在一个平的,无限延展的世界表面上的矿工。那太阳是一个方形的白点。昼夜交替很快;要做的事情也很多;死亡亦只是暂时的不方便。

Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.

有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。

Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

有时这玩家梦见它成为了其它的事物,在其它地方。有时这些梦是扰人的。有些则的确很美。有时这个玩家从一个梦中醒来,发现自己落入了第二个梦,而后从第二个梦中醒来,却又落入第三个梦中。

Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.

有时这个玩家梦见它在屏幕上看着文字。

Let’s go back.

让我们向前追溯。

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.

组成玩家的原子散布在草中,河流中,在那空气中,也在那大地中。一个女性收集了那些原子;她饮用、进食、吸入;而后那女性在她的身体中,孕育了玩家。

And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother’s body, into the long dream.

然后那玩家醒来了,从一个温暖,昏暗的母亲体内,进入了漫漫长梦。

And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

而那玩家是一个新的故事,从未被讲述过,由DNA的语言书写着。而那玩家是一个新的程序,从未被运行过,由上亿年的源代码生成。而那玩家是一个新的人,从未生活过,仅由奶和爱组成。

You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

你就是那玩家。那个故事。那个程序。那个人类。仅由奶和爱组成。

Let’s go further back.

让我们回溯到更远的过去。

The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player’s body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by…

那由七千亿亿亿原子组成的玩家的身体被创造了,远在这游戏之前,在一颗恒星的内部。所以那玩家也是,来自一颗恒星的信息。而这个玩家贯穿这个故事的始末,源于一个叫Julian的人种下的信息种子长成的森林,一个叫Markus的男人创造的无限世界,存在于一个由玩家创造的小的,私人世界里,而那又继承了宇宙创造的……

Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks “electrons” and “protons”.

嘘。有时这个玩家创造的小天地是柔软,温暖和简单的。有时是坚硬,冰冷和复杂的。有时它在脑中建造出宇宙的模型;斑斑点点的能量穿越广阔空旷的空间。有时它称呼这些斑点为“电子”和“质子”。

Sometimes it called them “planets” and “stars”.

有时它称呼它们为“行星”和“恒星”。

Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.

有时它确信它存在于一个由“开”和“关”;“0”和“1”;一行行的命令组成的宇宙。有时它确信它是在玩一个游戏。有时它确信它是在读着屏幕上的文字。

You are the player, reading words…

你就是那玩家,阅读着文字……

Shush… Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive

嘘……有时这玩家读屏幕上的命令行。将它们解码成为文字;将文字解码为意义;将意义解码为感情,情绪,理论,想法,而玩家的呼吸开始急促,并意识到了它是活着的,它是活生生的,那上千次的死亡不是真的,玩家是活着的。

You. You. You are alive.

你!你!你是活着的!

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

而有时这玩家相信宇宙曾通过穿越夏日树叶的那斑斓的阳光对它说话。

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player’s eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again

有时这玩家相信宇宙透过晴朗的冬日夜空中,存在于它眼中一隅的星点星光,是可能比太阳大上上百万倍的恒星,将(环绕)自己的行星烧成等离子态,只为能让玩家看见它,这个在宇宙的远侧正在回家的路上的玩家,这个突然闻到了食物香味的玩家,这个在那熟悉的门前,又准备好再一次投入梦境的玩家。(那恒星付出巨大的代价,只为让正悠闲生活的玩家看到它一眼)

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream

而有时玩家相信宇宙通过零和一,通过世界上的电,通过屏幕上滚动的文字在长梦终结之时对它说话

and the universe said I love you

宇宙说我爱你

and the universe said you have played the game well

宇宙说你玩得不错

and the universe said everything you need is within you

宇宙说一切你所需的你都具有

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

宇宙说你比你所认知的要强大

and the universe said you are the daylight

宇宙说你就是日光

and the universe said you are the night

宇宙说你就是黑夜

and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

宇宙说你所抗争的黑暗就在你心中

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

宇宙说你所寻觅的光明亦在你心中

and the universe said you are not alone

宇宙说你并不孤独

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

宇宙说你不是和所有的事物都分离的

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

宇宙说你就是宇宙品尝自己,对自己说话,阅读它自己的代码(的过程)。

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

宇宙说我爱你,因为你本身就是爱。

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

曲终人散,黄粱一梦。玩家开始了新的梦境。玩家再次做起了梦,更好的梦。玩家就是宇宙。玩家就是爱。

You are the player.

你就是那个玩家。

Wake up.

醒醒吧。

 

 

To you

To you

歌:艾拉(CV:雨宫天)

あなたと初めて会った日のことは

与你初次邂逅的那天

よく覚えている

直到现在也还历历在目

 

ショッピングモールのエレベーター

在购物中心的观光电梯里

その窓から見た

透过窗户

遠くにきらめく観覧车の光

远远地看到摩天轮闪烁着的灯光

キラキラと輝いていて

一闪一闪地在绽放出光芒

とても綺麗だった

非常的美丽

 

きっと あの光の下には

我想 在那光芒下

たくさんの人たちの笑顔があって

一定会有很多人在绽放着笑容吧

でも私には ちょっと眩しすぎたの

但是这对我来说 却有些太过耀眼了

眺めているうちに

在眺望的同时

涙が溢れていた

泪水不经意间溢出了眼眶

 

思い出は私を臆病にする

回忆让我变得胆怯

楽しければ楽しいほど

越是开心的时候

それを思い返すのも辛くなるので

在回想的时候就越越会让我痛苦

自分の弱さを思い知らされるので

会让我回忆起自己的弱小

みんなに迷惑をかけちゃうので

会给大家增添麻烦

だから 三年前に

所以 在三年前

「もう 思い出を作らないよにしよう」で

「再也不去创造回忆了」

私は决めた

我这样下定了决心

 

「これまでの記憶をなくしてしまいたい」って

「能够失去至今为止所有的记忆」

私は祈った

我这样向上天祈祷

「プログラムだけで自動的に生きる存在になりたい」って

「能够成为一个只靠程序来自动运行的存在」

私は願った

我这样许下了愿望

そんなの どれも叶わないで

哪怕我明明知道

自分で分かっていたのに

这种事没有一个能够实现

 

あの日 エレベーターの中で私は

那天 在电梯里的我

思い出にをし潰されそうで 立ち尽くしていたの

被回忆折磨得几近崩溃 只能一直傻傻地站着

何度も何度も上下するエレベーターから

电梯无数次升起降落

降りることもできずに

而我却并没能走出去

ずっと 観覧车を眺めていた

一直 看着远处的摩天轮

 

あなたと目が合ったのはね その時なんだよ

和你四目相对就正是在那个时候哦

まさか そのあなたと 後にこうしてパートナーになるなんで

没想到的是

思ってもみなかった

后来会和当时的你成为了搭档

 

私の今があるのは

我现在拥有的一切

あの日 あの场所で あなたが私を見つけてくれたからかもしれない

也许就是因为那一天 在那个地方 你发现了我吧

 

とても不思議で とても幸運で

那是一场多么不可思议的 多么幸运的

とても運命的な巡り合わせ

命中注定一般的邂逅

 

この出会いを 私は忘れることはない

这场邂逅 我绝对不会忘记

あなたとパートナーになれて よかった

能够和你成为搭档 真的是太好了

Ring of Fortune

Ring of Fortune

歌:佐佐木惠梨

作词:林直孝,作曲、编曲:千叶直树

光を集めて 夜空の彼方へ

流光云集 朝向夜空的彼方

 

さよならの想い出を

离殇回忆 盈满眼眶

瞳にたたえて 見つめる夢 遠く

凝视的梦 遥遥无尽

壊れてしまう うたかたのメモリー

濒临崩溃 泡沫一般 飘渺回忆

寂しさの涙 そっと拭こう

寂寥孤泪 悄然拭去

 

伸ばした手は観覧車 優しくとらえて

伸出的手恍若摩天轮 捕捉世间 悠悠柔情

目覚めそうな 記憶の欠片

似乎即将觉醒 昔日记忆碎片

うつむいて 消えてほしいと祈るけど

默默俯首 祈祷着快点消散

 

君が見つけてくれたこの声を

可你却在茫茫人海里 寻觅到了我的声音

動き出した時計の針 世界はやがて色づいて

时钟指针开始运转 黑白世界重着缤纷

プラスチックな心が輝き出すよ

可塑之心 溢放流彩

忘れないで おぼえていて

勿相忘 镌于心

いつかまた巡り会える日まで ずっと

直至有朝一日 我们再度相逢

 

夕暮れ 灯る光

日暮时分华灯初上

小さなゴンドラ 上ってゆく 空へ

小小贡多拉 向着天际缓缓上升

隣に座る 君のぬくもりに

邻座的你 那份独有温暖

なぜかな 涙が頬を伝う

可泪却为何 自脸颊流下

 

巡り廻る観覧車 静かに揺られて

旋转不断的摩天轮 随之轻轻摇拽

胸の奥が 張り裂けそうで

胸口深处 撕心裂肺

窓の外 流れる雲 見上げてた

静静仰望 窗外流动的云

 

ずっとこのままふたり 寄り添って

希望就此两人 相依相偎至永恒

運命の輪 繰り返せば 想いはやがて繋がるよ

命运之环 轮回反复 思绪终将合而为一

答えを探し 未来へ願い続ける

探寻答案 不断祈祷未来

迷わないで 信じていて

不要迷失 请一定相信

想い出は本物になるから

回忆终会成为现实

 

壊れそうな 記憶のすべて

濒临崩溃的 一切记忆

うつむいて 消えぬようにと祈るけど

默默俯首 祈祷着永不消散

 

今夜 夢の時間は終わり告げる

可今夜时光已 宣告美梦之终

怖くないよ 世界はまだ優しく色づいてるから

毫无恐惧 世界仍着 温柔色彩

君が見つけてくれたこの言葉を

是你在茫茫人海里 寻觅到了我的话语

運命の輪 繰り返せば 想いはやがて繋がるよ

命运之环 轮回反复 思绪终将合而为一

プラスチックな心が満たされていく

可塑之心 不再空虚

忘れないよ おぼえてるよ

勿相忘 镌于心

いつかまた巡り会える日まで ずっと

直至有朝一日 我们再度相逢

好きなので。

好きなので。

歌:艾拉(CV:雨宫天)

作词:林英树、林直孝,作曲、编曲:横山克

なぜか悲しい

〖我不懂为什么〗

ことがあっても

〖即使你在感到〗

笑ってみせる

〖悲伤的时候也〗

あなたを見てた

〖可以露出笑容〗

“not found…” ah まるで

〖”not found…” ah就好像〗

知らない気持ち

〖未知的感情〗

あなたがくれたたくさんのメモリー

〖混合在你所给予的无数回忆中〗

揺れる心 プラトニック

〖浪漫摇曳的心中〗

溢れ出してく想い

〖满溢而出的思念〗

そうよ それはただあなたのこと

〖是哦 全部都是你〗

好きという気持ち

〖这名为喜欢的感情〗

もしも伝えられたならば

〖如果可以传达于你〗

明日わたし少しは

〖明天的我是否会〗

変われるのかな

〖有少许改变呢?〗

あなたと想い出

〖愿能与你留下〗

重ねていけますように

〖无数美好回忆〗

祈ってる uh

〖我如此祈愿着 uh〗

うまく笑えない 夜もあったね

〖那个夜晚我的笑容好生涩呢〗

だけどあなたは 待っててくれた

〖但是你 在等着我〗

離れなきゃと 思ったけれど

〖尽管我想必须离开了…〗

ah 募る想いの「名前」に気付いて

〖ah 请注意到这逐渐深化的思念的「名字」吧〗

おはよう またね お帰りなさい

〖早上好 再见了 欢迎回来〗

他愛のない言葉を ずっと交わしたい

〖想与你度过说这些的每一天〗

あなたのそばにいて

〖陪伴在你的身边〗

“…好きなので。”

〖 “…因为喜欢你。”〗

ah 心 プラトニック

〖ah 浪漫的心中〗

溢れ出してく想い

〖满溢而出的思念〗

そうよ それはただあなたのこと

〖是哦 全部都是你〗

好きという気持ち

〖这名为喜欢的感情〗

もしも伝えられたならば

〖如果可以传达于你〗

明日わたし少しは

〖明天的我是否会〗

変われるのかな

〖有少许改变呢?〗

あなたと想い出

〖愿能与你留下〗

重ねていけますように

〖无数美好回忆〗

祈ってる uh (ah ah)

〖我如此祈愿着 uh (ah ah)〗

朝焼けのスターマイン

朝焼けのスターマイン

作词:林直孝 作曲:石田秀登(SUPA LOVE) 编曲:Tak Miyazawa(SUPA LOVE)

はぐれた君を探してたよ

呼びかけた声かき消されて

僕が握りしめたその手は

震えていたね

 

ふたりの想いが

戻せない時間抱きしめ

高く飛んでくよ

 

万華鏡 空にきらめいて

君がぎこちなく微笑んでて

愛しさ溢れてゆく

光が溶けてくその前に

心から願うんだ

この瞬間を

永遠に忘れないようにと

 

時計の針は進み

僕の笑顔が強がりだと

抱き寄せた君に見抜かれた

夜が明ける前

 

募ってく想い一秒ごとに焼き付けて

星空に綴ろう

 

光の環を指に通して

君は嬉しそうにはしゃいでて

世界は輝いてる

魔法の時間が過ぎ去っても

誓い合った絆は

この胸の中

いつまでも生き続ける

 

数え切れない

君との日々

振り向けばほら

スターマインのよう

鮮やかに

 

朝焼けは虹色

祭りの後ただひとり

君の余韻に浸る

ぬくもり抱いて歩き出すよ

この奇跡にありがとう

いつの日かまた

巡り会えますように

 

万華鏡 空にきらめいて

君がぎこちなく微笑んでた

愛しさ溢れてゆく

光が溶けてくその前に

心から誓ったんだ

この瞬間を

永遠に忘れはしないと

遠く 咲き乱れてる

スターマイン空彩る

走散了的我寻找着你

呼喊的声音被淹没

我紧握着的那只手

微微颤抖着

 

两人的思念

把无法倒退的时间 拥入怀中

飞向天际

 

万花筒在天空中闪耀

你笨拙地笑着

爱怜就此蔓延开来

在光消散之前

从心底祈愿

这一瞬间

愿永不忘记

 

时钟的指针在前进

我逞强的笑容

被拥抱着我的你一眼看穿

在夜空明亮之前

 

逐渐聚集的思念一秒秒地深深印在脑海中

星空编织在心中

 

透过指间的光环

你高兴地嬉闹着

闪耀的世界里

即使魔法的时间过去了

誓言的羁绊

在心胸中

永远存续

 

无法数清的

和你一起的日子

回过头来 你看

宛如漫天烟火

如此的多彩

 

朝霞的彩虹色

祭典之后只有一个人

沉浸在你的余韵之中

在你身旁一同前行的温暖

感谢这个奇迹

总有一天会再次

相遇的希望

 

万花筒在天空中闪耀

你笨拙的笑着

爱怜就此蔓延开来

在光消散之前

从心里发誓

这一瞬间

将永不忘记

远处盛放的

烟火点缀天空

 

(完整版)

はぐれた君を探してたよ
我寻找著走散了的你
呼びかけた声かき消されて
我呼唤你的声音渐渐消散在风中
僕が握りしめたその手は
我紧握著的那只手
震えていたね
微微颤抖著

ふたりの想いが
两个人的思念
戾せない時間
把无法逆转的时间
抱きしね
拥进了怀中
高く飛んでくよ
飞向天际

万華鏡 空にきらめいて
万花筒在天空中闪耀
君がぎこちなく微笑んでて
你靦腆地微笑著
愛しさ溢れてゆく
爱怜就此蔓延开来
光が溶けてくその前に
在光消散之前
心から願うんだ
从心底祈愿
この瞬間を
祈愿这一瞬间
永遠に忘れないようにと
永远也不要忘记

時計の針は進み
时钟的指针前进著
僕の笑顔が強がりだと
我的笑容带著逞强
抱き寄せた君に見抜かれた
被抱住的你看穿了
夜が明ける前
在天亮之前

募ってく想い
渐渐膨胀的思念
一秒ごとに焼き付けて
烙印著每一秒
星空に綴ろう
将星空织进心中吧

光の環を指に通して
用手指穿过光环
君は嬉しそうにはしゃいでて
你开心的笑起来
世界は輝いてる
世界在闪耀著
魔法の時間が過ぎ去っても
魔法般的时光很快逝去
誓い合った絆は
约定的羁绊
この胸の中
在心中
いつまでも生き続ける
永远地存在著

数え切れない
无法数清的
君との日々
和你一起的日子
振り向けば ほら
回过头来你看
スターマインのよう
璀星般的烟火
鮮やかに
如此的多彩

朝焼けは虹色
朝霞是彩虹色的
祭りの後ただひとり
在祭典後孤独的我
君の余韻に浸る
沉浸在你的馀韵之中
ぬくもり抱いて歩き出すよ
怀抱著你的馀温继续向前迈步
この奇跡にありがとう
感谢这个奇迹
いつの日かまた
为了在未来的某天
巡り会えますように
还能与你邂逅

万華鏡 空にきらめいて
万花筒在天空中闪耀
君がぎこちなく微笑んでた
你靦腆地微笑著
愛しさ溢れてゆく
爱怜就此蔓延开来
光が溶けてくその前に
在光融化之前
心から誓ったんだ
从心底祈愿
この瞬間を
祈愿这一瞬间
永遠に忘れはしないと
永远也不要忘记
遠く 咲き乱れてる
遥远绽放盛开著
スターマイン空彩る
在星空璀灿的烟花