妳不像她 - Nan Quan Mama translation in English

妳不像她

車窗外蕭瑟的風 加速了寂寞
指針繞完了溫柔 繞不起我們的承諾
走完回憶的盡頭 愛還在源頭
楓葉落盡了秋末 落不盡我的等候
噢 唉喲唉喲 要走為何不說 厚 又我又我 每次都是我錯
若愛的流浪迷失方向 被時間埋藏（被月光埋藏）
噢 愛我愛我 妳說怎麼能夠 厚 揮手揮手 跟我說了保重
被風襲來的月光 翻越愛的篇章 已到最後一行
雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話 淚水暈開了牽掛
(我的過去被風刮)模糊成一幅畫 名叫 我愛妳但妳愛他
雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話
過去風景像幅畫 （暈開風景像幅畫）
妳已經不像她 難道 愛情本來就該傻
走完回憶的盡頭 愛還在源頭
楓葉落盡了秋末 落不盡我的等候
噢 唉喲唉喲 要走為何不說 厚 又我又我 每次都是我錯
若愛的流浪迷失方向 被時間埋藏（被月光埋藏）
噢 愛我愛我 妳說怎麼能夠 厚 揮手揮手 跟我說了保重
被風襲來的月光 翻越愛的篇章 已到最後一行
雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話 淚水暈開了牽掛
(我的過去被風刮) 模糊成一幅畫 名叫 我愛妳但妳愛他
雨脆弱的淋下 痛卻不說話
過去風景像幅畫 （暈開風景像幅畫）
妳已經不像她 難道 愛情本來就該傻

You're Not Like Her

The bleak wind outside the car accelerates the loneliness
The hands of the clock have wound past tenderness, unable to wind around our promise
Walking to the end of our memories, love still remains at the source
Maple leaves fall to the end of autumn, but my waiting doesn't fall
Oh, oh, why didn't you say you were leaving? Sigh, again, me, it's always my fault
If love wanders and loses its direction, buried by time (buried by moonlight)
Oh, love me, love me, how could you say that? Sigh, waving, waving, saying goodbye to me
Moonlight carried by the wind, flips through the chapters of love, reaching the final line
The fragile rain pours down, but the pain remains silent, tears blurring the longing
(My past swept away by the wind) blurred into a painting, called I love you, but you love him
The fragile rain pours down, but the pain remains silent
The scenery of the past is like a painting (blurred scenery like a painting)
You're not like her anymore. Is love supposed to be this foolish?
Walking to the end of our memories, love still remains at the source
Maple leaves fall to the end of autumn, but my waiting doesn't fall
Oh, oh, why didn't you say you were leaving? Sigh, again, me, it's always my fault
If love wanders and loses its direction, buried by time (buried by moonlight)
Oh, love me, love me, how could you say that? Sigh, waving, waving, saying goodbye to me
Moonlight carried by the wind, flips through the chapters of love, reaching the final line
The fragile rain pours down, but the pain remains silent, tears blurring the longing
(My past swept away by the wind) blurred into a painting, called I love you, but you love him
The fragile rain pours down, but the pain remains silent
The scenery of the past is like a painting (blurred scenery like a painting)
You're not like her anymore. Is love supposed to be this foolish?