一个人的夜晚,
一盏夜灯,一杯牛奶,慵懒地蜷在工作椅里,
IBM开着,缓慢流淌出JAZZ的靡靡之音,
就这样,体会一种高尚的孤独。
I see your face before me,
再看廊桥遗梦,我恋上了这首歌,恋上了JAZZ。
迷恋JAZZ,
迷恋它随意的旋律,迷恋它蓝色的节奏,
迷恋它的意乱情迷,迷恋它的浑然天成、迷恋它的无所顾忌……
In a world of glitter and glow
In a world of tinsel and show
The unreal from the real thing is hard to know
I discovered somebody who
Could be truly worthy and true
Yes, I met my ideal thing when I met you
I see your face before me
Crowding my every dream
There is your face before me
You are my only theme
It doesn't matter where you are
I can see how fair you are
I close my eyes and there you are
Always
If you could share the magic
Yes, if you could see me too
There would be nothing tragic
In all my dreams of you
Would that my love could haunt you so
Knowing I want you so
I can't erase your beautiful face before me