《卖火柴的男孩》｜The Match-Selling Boy

这是一首以《卖火柴的小女孩》为灵感重新诠释的歌曲。故事从一个在寒夜中瑟缩的女孩视角展开——她以为自己将被遗忘于漫长的冬夜，却在街角遇见一个抱着火柴的男孩。三根火柴的光，点亮了她的黑暗：第一根带来温度，第二根带来幻梦，第三根带来希望。当黎明到来，男孩消失不见，只留下那盒空火柴，却让她的心仍在发光。

这不是悲伤的故事，而是一首关于“光”的歌——

关于那些在最冷的夜里，仍愿意为别人点亮微光的人。

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English Version:

“The Match-Selling Boy” is a reimagining of the classic tale The Little Match Girl, told from the girl’s perspective. On a freezing night, she believes she will fade quietly into the snow—until a boy appears, holding a bundle of matches. Each flame he lights brings her something new: warmth, memory, and hope. When morning comes, he is gone, leaving only an empty matchbox and a heart still glowing from the light he gave.

It’s not a song of sorrow, but of gentle radiance—

a tribute to those who, even in the coldest nights, still choose to bring light to others.

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街角的钟停在午夜十二点

The clock at the corner stops at midnight

我靠着砖墙快融进这雪天

I lean on the brick wall, melting into the snow

没人为我停步没人回头看一眼

No one stops for me, no one turns to look

连影子都冻僵在路灯下缩成线

Even my shadow freezes, shrinking beneath the streetlight

我以为我会悄悄消失

I thought I would quietly fade away

像一粒雪落进无人记得的地址

Like a snowflake falling into a forgotten place

直到他走来怀里抱着一束火柴

Until he came, holding a bundle of matches in his arms

像抱着整个冬天不肯熄灭的期待

As if he held the winter’s last unending hope

他蹲下来划亮第一根光

He knelt and lit the first flame

说暖一暖吧别怕夜太长

He said, “Warm yourself, don’t fear the long night”

火苗跳进我眼眶

The flame danced into my eyes

冷蓝色的世界忽然有了炉火的香

The cold blue world suddenly smelled like home

他递来第二根轻轻放我掌心

He handed me the second one, gently into my palm

说你看窗里有热汤在等

He said, “Look, inside the window, soup is waiting”

幻象里门开了有人喊我小名

In that vision, a door opened and someone called my name

桌上摆着面包和没说出口的疼

Bread lay on the table, along with unspoken pain

第三根燃起他笑得像月光

The third one burned, and he smiled like moonlight

说你值得活着值得被照亮

He said, “You deserve to live, to be seen by light”

雪还在下可我不再摇晃

The snow kept falling, but I no longer trembled

因为有个人把光种在我心上

Because someone planted light within my heart

天亮时我醒在晨光里

When morning came, I woke in the dawn’s light

手指还蜷着像握着什么秘密

My fingers still curled as if holding a secret

他不见了火柴盒留在雪地

He was gone, his matchbox left in the snow

空空的却盛满昨夜的暖意

Empty, yet full of the warmth from last night

是真的吗还是绝望给我造了个天使

Was it real, or did despair send me an angel

可这胸口的光怎么还在呼吸

But this light in my chest—why does it still breathe

卖火柴的男孩

The match-selling boy

你走向下一个寒冷的街角了吗

Have you gone to another frozen street corner

若你遇见雪中的人

If you meet someone lost in the snow

请替我也分他一根光吧

Please share with them one flame for me

雪落无声

The snow falls without sound

但我知道

But I know

有人曾为我燃尽整夜的霜

Someone once burned away the frost of an entire night for me