浪漫派 Romantics*- English translation

路过的狂歌者 躁动的音乐声
正认真准备着坠落的一盏星辰
掉落的一根针 在寂寞上睡着了
正忐忑祈祷着平安的一队旅人

Wild singers are passing by with the restless sound of music
Earnestly preparing for a falling star
A fallen needle is asleep on top of loneliness
A band of travellers anxiously pray for peace

发梢雨丝彼此磨蹭
风的强迫症

Hair and rain wear each other out
The obsession of the wind

我的红色敏感 你的灰色地带
流水云彩 无关紧要的对白
起劲到费力的爱

My red sensitivity; your grey region
Water and clouds; unneccesary dialogue
Energises that straining love

怎么说 你的眼是一面失焦的镜
因此我多喜欢看着你 像看自己
弦月的脚步声 华丽得令人窒息
或舞蹈或劳动 或漠然得令人着迷

How do I put it? Your eyes are like an unfocused mirror
Because of this, I like watching you; it’s like watching myself
The steps of the string-like moon are suffocating in their splendour
In dancing or in labouring, or in its bewitching indifference

比一尾鱼更哑更聋
更冷进怀里

Muter and deafer than a fish
And colder in my embrace

我的金色狂烈 你的墨色呜咽
身体取悦 灵魂已凋谢
我的褪色倒影 你的染色身形
我将是你 最丑陋的装饰品
炙热到冷却的心

My golden intensity; your ink-coloured sobbing
The flesh obtains gratification while the spirit withers
My fading reflection; your tinted physique
I will soon become your ugliest, crudest decoration
A heart heated so much that it becomes cold

越发鲜艳 终究成为一团黑

No matter how bright it becomes, it would become a black mass* in the end

快乐不再是重点
忧郁不再来盘旋
无穷无尽的思念
以真以假的爱恋

Happiness is no longer the point
Depression will no longer linger
Endless longing and yearning
Love based on both truths and falsehoods

Translator's notes:
* My personal interpretation of the title is that it refers to participants in the Romantic movement, or Romanticism, which in Chinese is '浪漫主义'. The '派' in the title refers to people belonging to a certain group, or a clique. Thus, I rendered the English title as 'Romantics', participants in the Romantic movement. You could very well accuse me of not having done my research, but from what I know, Romanticism is connected to Bohemianism, another artistic movement, which is often associated with a lifestyle dedicated to the arts as well as loose living and hippies. I'm not sure what Tsing-Fong means, giving his song this title, but as the first sodagreen song I've seen with relatively obvious references to sex (Tsing-Fong's confirmed this himself), the title could be a reference to this. I know my 'argument' is weird, but *shrugs* I'm no Literature student.
* 'A black mass' here is my translation of '一团黑', which literally translates as 'a group of black'. You could replace 'a black mass' with 'a pile of darkness' or 'completely dark'. I felt that 'black mass' better captures the essence and flow of the lyric. 'Black mass' in the translation does not refer to the rite, the Black Mass.