So far, So close
Cheung: When leaving the bookshop, I left the umbrella behind – I hope you're the one who got it back home... At zero hour zero minute year 2000, at the live telecast of the NY Times Square Party, have I seen you there?
Wong: The deeper the night, the more beautiful it looks, but who will call?
When I have close look at my face, billions of people are in love.
Scenes appears in my mind, Persian Gulf is at the far South
In the lighthouse, who's dating me, no need to meet in person
Who is on the other side, seeing each other at the balcony, communicating our desires
You turn off the light, I light a cigarette
Separated by a glass panel, separated by a city, talking to myself, passionately in love with you
Meeting at Blackpool, meeting at Antarctica, or actually really, meeting behind this building
But everyday, when I turn left, you’re going right, we never meet.
Cheung: If you know me, what Christmas present will I receive this year? This café, this glass, have I drunk from it before?
Wong: Fate is on the table, the globe is turning
Pick a spot, press on it by instinct, can I touch you?
Who is on the other side, seeing each other at the balcony, communicating our desires
You turn off the light, I light a cigarette,
Separated by a glass panel, separated by a city, talking to myself, passionately in love with you
Meeting at Blackpool, meeting at Antarctica, or actually really, meeting behind this building
But everyday, when I turn left, you’re going right, we never meet.
Cheung: I took the train from Brussel to Amsterdam, watching several dozens of towns and villages flying before my eyes, several thousand miles of land, several millions of people, I suspect, the only chance we can meet in our lives has already been missed.
Wong: Favourite songs, very similar? / Cheung: Li Tai Cheung’s new album, have you bought already?
Wong: To you, have I dialed the wrong number? / Cheung: I suspected you are the one sounded rusty the other day
Wong: I sit here – have you sit here before? / Cheung: I recognised your writing
Wong: Occasionally looking at the same sunset / Cheung: It’s floating from Asia all the way to South America
Wong: Who is on the other side, seeing each other at the balcony, communicating our desires
You turn off the light, I light a cigarette,
Separated by a glass panel, separated by a city, talking to myself, passionately in love with you
Meeting at the platform, meeting at the moon, or actually really, meeting behind this wall
Or one day, when you turns left, I am going right, we don’t even meet.
Cheung: I’ve bought two comic books by Kay Mi, I am going to give one of them to you.
Dialogue: Leslie Cheung - Sung by: Anthony Wong
Composed by: Leslie Cheung - Lyrics by: Wong Wai Man
Arranged by: Li Dun Han (PMPS)
lyrics kidly translated by Wing