Lyrics and translation Julia Peng - 分手不是不可以

分手不是不可以

客厅沙发是用色大胆的橄榄绿
流苏诡异 灯光投影在墙壁
据他们说我行事有某种神秘
我的妆冷色系
这圆形吧台四周弥漫迷迭香气
烛火摇曳 角落有人在下棋
我随性继续一股慵懒的情绪
爱我的你有些犹豫
也或许终于分手不是不可以
其实你也别太忧郁
也或许距离是种默契 再度入戏演自己
收藏爱过的证据
也或许终于分手不是不可以
你有话不用太回避
也或许相遇 缘份又起 温习回忆 走下去
亲爱的你 爱永远不能放弃
客厅沙发是用色大胆的橄榄绿
流苏诡异 灯光投影在墙壁
据他们说我行事有某种神秘
我的妆冷色系
这圆形吧台四周弥漫迷迭香气
烛火摇曳 角落有人在下棋
我随性继续一股慵懒的情绪
爱我的你有些犹豫
也或许终于分手不是不可以
其实你也别太忧郁
也或许距离是种默契 再度入戏演自己
收藏爱过的证据
也或许终于分手不是不可以
你有话不用太回避
也或许相遇 缘份又起 温习回忆 走下去
亲爱的你 爱永远不能放弃

也或许终于分手不是不可以
其实你也别太忧郁
也或许距离是种默契 再度入戏演自己
收藏爱过的证据
也或许终于分手不是不可以
你有话不用太回避
也或许相遇 缘份又起 温习回忆 走下去
亲爱的你 爱永远不能放弃

It's Not Impossible to Break Up

The living room sofa is a bold olive green.
Eerie tassels, lights project onto the walls.
They say I do things with a certain mystery.
My makeup, cool-toned.
This round bar, rosemary wafts all around.
The firelight flickers, someone's playing chess in the corner.
I carelessly continue, a wave of lazy emotion.
You, who love me, hesitate a bit.
Perhaps breaking up is not impossible after all.
You shouldn't be so sad, really.
Perhaps distance creates a tacit understanding, re-entering the play, acting as ourselves.
Collecting evidence of our love.
Perhaps breaking up is not impossible after all.
You don't need to avoid talking.
Perhaps meeting again, fate brings us back together, revisiting memories, continuing on.
My dear, love can never be given up.
The living room sofa is a bold olive green.
Eerie tassels, lights project onto the walls.
They say I do things with a certain mystery.
My makeup, cool-toned.
This round bar, rosemary wafts all around.
The firelight flickers, someone's playing chess in the corner.
I carelessly continue, a wave of lazy emotion.
You, who love me, hesitate a bit.
Perhaps breaking up is not impossible after all.
You shouldn't be so sad, really.
Perhaps distance creates a tacit understanding, re-entering the play, acting as ourselves.
Collecting evidence of our love.
Perhaps breaking up is not impossible after all.
You don't need to avoid talking.
Perhaps meeting again, fate brings us back together, revisiting memories, continuing on.
My dear, love can never be given up.

Perhaps breaking up is not impossible after all.
You shouldn't be so sad, really.
Perhaps distance creates a tacit understanding, re-entering the play, acting as ourselves.
Collecting evidence of our love.
Perhaps breaking up is not impossible after all.
You don't need to avoid talking.
Perhaps meeting again, fate brings us back together, revisiting memories, continuing on.
My dear, love can never be given up.