巴黎仍像一颗金色糖纸裹着的黑球糖,热闹非凡的背后是漫漫的寂寞长夜,几棵大树从红磨坊的屋顶穿棚而出,撑开迷离的夜色,几颗星子闪闪地缀在树梢,我耳边金碧辉煌的布景还在,裸露着上身款款而舞的女郎还在,而时间停下来,只剩下小小的我,跟着头顶的星光,漫无目的地走,消失在《红磨坊的舞蹈》里。 Paris is still like a piece of gold candy wrapped in black ball sugar, behind the bustling lonely long night, a few trees from the Moulin Rouge roof shed out, open blurred night, a few stars twinkling In the treetops, my ears still magnificent scenery is still, naked upper body models and dance girl is still, and time to stop, leaving me alone, with the starlight overhead, go aimlessly, disappear In the “Moulin Rouge dance.”