Paroles et traduction 傅穎 - 花吃了這女孩

花吃了這女孩

她跟他春季之中碰面
像午後雨滋養稻田
直覺是趟鏡花 破例一遍沉澱

她跟他相見得不間斷
默契未有太多 花瓣滿天
芳心醉掉了 跌在蝴蝶裡面

被愛被愛 哪有密雲
而浪漫 使她再解禁
共他 不理後果過凌晨

未似聖母瑪利亞 也不免貪心
自他送上了玫瑰 女孩漸開始變著緊
他說話很動聽 融化了也有幸

恐怕似瑪利亞 也不免擔心
為高興接過玫瑰 到最後卻失去平衡
甜蜜最易傷害人 而偏偏給它牽引
故事的尾巴 他說 已賺到足夠的吻

他跟她講過的不兌現
像證實了古老寓言
但接受獻花的 卻避不過懷念

他跟她終究都反了面
任眼淚似雨點 頃刻化煙
他只當做呵欠 這溫馨也實太短

未似聖母瑪利亞 也不免貪心
自他送上了玫瑰 女孩漸開始變著緊
他說話很動聽 融化了也有幸

恐怕似瑪利亞 也不免擔心
為高興接過玫瑰 到最後卻失去平衡
甜蜜最易傷害人 而偏偏給它牽引
故事的尾巴 他說 已賺到足夠的吻

玫瑰 太多刺有幾個在意 痛了都要嘗試
迷信 會改變世間野孩子 有哪位可以

恐怕似瑪利亞 也不夠狠心
為高興接過玫瑰 女孩敗了給太天真
花吃掉了的人 誰有興趣追問

偷看了倒後鏡 會不會小心
或者會看破幻覺 美滿亦有一抹裂痕
甜蜜最易傷害人 能否忍得到吸引
你若收到花 她說 有什麼需要應允

Flower Ate the Girl

She met him in the spring,
Like the afternoon rain nourishing the rice fields,
Intuition is a flower mirror, Breaking the usual tranquility.

She and he met each other often,
The tacit understanding is not too much, the petals are all over the sky,
The heart is drunk and falls in the butterfly.

Being loved, being loved, where is the dark cloud?
And romance makes her unseal it again,
With him, regardless of the consequences, past midnight.

Not like the Virgin Mary, but also not without greed,
Since he gave her roses, the girl gradually became nervous.
His words are very nice, and it is also fortunate to melt them.

I'm afraid it's like Mary, but also not without worry,
I was happy to receive the roses, but in the end I lost my balance,
Sweetness is the easiest to hurt people, but it is attracted by it.
At the end of the story, he said, I've earned enough kisses.

He didn't fulfill what he told her,
Like verifying the ancient fable,
But those who accept the flowers cannot avoid missing them.

He and her finally turned against each other,
Tears like raindrops, smoke instantly.
He just yawned, this warmth is too short.

Not like the Virgin Mary, but also not without greed,
Since he gave her roses, the girl gradually became nervous.
His words are very nice, and it is also fortunate to melt them.

I'm afraid it's like Mary, but also not without worry,
I was happy to receive the roses, but in the end I lost my balance,
Sweetness is the easiest to hurt people, but it is attracted by it.
At the end of the story, he said, I've earned enough kisses.

Roses, too many thorns a few care about pain you have to try,
Superstition will change the wild children in the world who can do it.

I'm afraid it's like Mary, but also not heartless enough,
I was happy to receive the roses, the girl lost to being too naive,
Who is interested in the flowers who ate people?

Looked in the rearview mirror, will you be careful,
Or will you see through the illusion, perfection also has a touch of cracks,
Sweetness is the easiest to hurt people, can you bear to attract,
If you receive flowers, she said, what do you need to promise?