Paroles et traduction 何韻詩 - 青空 - 國語

青空 - 國語

你看看天空 雲飄過
你想你從來就不被允許 繼續做夢
像那首 沒唱完的歌 起了頭
你想你從來沒那麼適合 唱到最後
等到了 天暗了以後 雨墜落
你想你從來不怎麼在乎 從此以後
然而那 不做完的夢
不叫做 真的灑脫
別認為 時間是種潮水起落
讓凡人感到迷惑
失望也好絕望也好 抬起了頭
誰也都有一片天空
就向前走 當美麗畫滿了青空
像一朵燃燒的雲
一半生命 一半生活
讓你的心 對醜陋都作啞裝聾
枯萎或許是真理 那又怎樣
後悔的話 別再說
你看看星空 月流動
你想你從來不怎麼懂得 享受寂寞
然而那 不張開的手
不叫做 擁入懷中
別認為 時間是種潮水起落
讓凡人感到迷惑
失望也好絕望也好 抬起了頭
誰也都有一片天空
就向前走 當美麗畫滿了青空
像一朵燃燒的雲
一半生命 一半生活
讓你的心 對醜陋都作啞裝聾
枯萎或許是真理 那又怎樣
後悔的話 別再說
現在就 一邊飛翔一邊歌唱 不怕去流浪
天氣是壞或晴朗 我們學著 邊跌倒邊夢想
就向前走 當美麗畫滿了青空
像一朵燃燒的雲
一半生命 一半生活
讓你的心 對醜陋都作啞裝聾
枯萎或許是真理 那又怎樣
你讓自己 變青空

Clear Skies - Chinese Mandarin

You glance at the sky, clouds drifting by
You think you've never been allowed to keep dreaming
Like that song, unfinished, started
You think you've never been quite right to keep singing
Wait until it gets dark, then the rain falls
You think you never cared about it anyway
But that unfinished dream
Isn't what you call truly free
Don't think that time is like the ebb and flow of the tides
Leaving mortals confused
Whether it's disappointment or despair, raise your head
Everyone has their own piece of sky
Just keep going, as beauty fills the clear skies
Like a burning cloud
Half of life, half of life
Let your heart stay deaf and blind to ugliness
Withering may be the truth, but so what?
Don't say regret
You look at the starry sky, the moon flows
You think you never quite knew how to enjoy solitude
But those unopened hands
Aren't what you call an embrace
Don't think that time is like the ebb and flow of the tides
Leaving mortals confused
Whether it's disappointment or despair, raise your head
Everyone has their own piece of sky
Just keep going, as beauty fills the clear skies
Like a burning cloud
Half of life, half of life
Let your heart stay deaf and blind to ugliness
Withering may be the truth, but so what?
Don't say regret
Now, fly and sing, unafraid to wander
Whether the weather's bad or bright, we learn to fall and dream
Just keep going, as beauty fills the clear skies
Like a burning cloud
Half of life, half of life
Let your heart stay deaf and blind to ugliness
Withering may be the truth, but so what?
You let yourself transform into clear skies