Paroles et traduction HANA - 不相信別人 - 劇集 "刑偵日記" 片尾曲

不相信別人 - 劇集 "刑偵日記" 片尾曲

不相信別人 怎可交出我心
將一位真我籠裡囚禁 誰又妄想走近
不相信未來 才埋沒感情不稀罕去被愛
如何避免沒有大結局 有傷害

其實我 期待著愛情相當固執
太小心 還是太聰明偏偏錯失
怕是誰 成為習慣地天天對著
放不開 才突發消失

承認我 提防著摯誠一天變質
自信心 頭上有光環始終怕黑
帶著痛 長期在變臉開心笑著
但暗中啜泣 誰沒有秘密

不相信別人 天生這麼敏感
將一些感覺情緒囚禁 唯獨讓你走近
不相信未來 才埋沒感情不敢英勇地愛
如何令到沉痛大結局會變改

其實我 期待著愛情相當固執
太小心 還是太聰明偏偏錯失
怕是誰 成為習慣地天天對著
放不開 才突發消失

承認我 提防著摯誠一天變質
自信心 頭上有光環始終怕黑
帶著痛 長期在變臉開心笑著
但暗中啜泣 誰沒有秘密

其實我 期待著愛情相當固執
太小心 還是太聰明偏偏錯失
怕是誰 成為習慣地天天對著
放不開 才突發消失

承認我 提防著摯誠一天變質
自信心 頭上有光環始終怕黑
帶著痛 長期在變臉開心笑著
但記憶深刻 誰沒有秘密

Unbelievable Others - Ending Theme of "刑偵日記" (Criminal Investigation Diary)

I don't trust others, how can I give you my heart?
Imprisoning my true self in a cage, who would dare to approach?
I don't believe in the future, so I bury my feelings, not wanting to be loved.
How can I avoid a tragic ending, filled with hurt?

In truth, I long for love, I'm stubbornly persistent.
Too cautious, or perhaps too clever, I've missed my chance.
Fearing that one day you'll turn into a habit, someone I'll see every day.
Unable to let go, I vanish abruptly.

I admit, I'm wary of sincere love turning sour.
My self-esteem, like a halo above my head, makes me fear the darkness.
Carrying my pain, I keep changing my expression, smiling cheerfully.
But in secret, I weep—who doesn't have their own secrets?

I don't trust others, I'm just naturally so sensitive.
Imprisoning some of my feelings and emotions, only allowing you to come close.
I don't believe in the future, so I bury my feelings, not daring to love bravely.
How can I change this sorrowful ending?

In truth, I long for love, I'm stubbornly persistent.
Too cautious, or perhaps too clever, I've missed my chance.
Fearing that one day you'll turn into a habit, someone I'll see every day.
Unable to let go, I vanish abruptly.

I admit, I'm wary of sincere love turning sour.
My self-esteem, like a halo above my head, makes me fear the darkness.
Carrying my pain, I keep changing my expression, smiling cheerfully.
But in secret, I weep—who doesn't have their own secrets?

In truth, I long for love, I'm stubbornly persistent.
Too cautious, or perhaps too clever, I've missed my chance.
Fearing that one day you'll turn into a habit, someone I'll see every day.
Unable to let go, I vanish abruptly.

I admit, I'm wary of sincere love turning sour.
My self-esteem, like a halo above my head, makes me fear the darkness.
Carrying my pain, I keep changing my expression, smiling cheerfully.
But my memory is strong, who doesn't have their own secrets?