Paroles et traduction 周傳雄 - 青花

青花

三月走过 柳絮散落 恋人们匆匆
我的爱情 闻风不动
翻阅昨日 仍有温度 蒙尘的心事
恍恍惚惚 已经隔世

遗憾无法说 惊觉心一缩

紧紧握着 青花信物
信守着承诺
离别总在 失意中度过
记忆油膏 反复涂抹
无法愈合的伤口
你的回头 划伤了沉默

那夜重逢 停止漂泊 你曾回来过
相濡相忘 都是疼痛
只因昨日 善良固执 委屈着彼此
打碎信物 取消来世

遗憾无法说 惊觉心一缩

紧紧握着 青花信物 信守着承诺
离别总在 失意中度过
记忆油膏 反复涂抹 无法愈合的伤口
你的回头 划伤了沉默

紧紧握着 青花信物 雕刻着寂寞
就好像我 无主的魂魄
纠缠过往 无端神伤 摔碎谁也带不走
你我一场 唤不醒的梦

紧紧握着 青花信物 信守着承诺
离别总在 失意中度过
记忆油膏 反复涂抹 无法愈合的伤口
你的回头 划伤了沉默

紧紧握着 青花信物 雕刻着寂寞
就好像我 无主的魂魄
纠缠过往 无端神伤 摔碎谁也带不走
你我一场 唤不醒的梦

Blue Flower

March has passed, and the willows are shedding their catkins, lovers rush by.
My love remains unmoved by the change.
Turning the pages of yesterday, there is still warmth in the memories that are covered in dust.
In a daze, it feels like a lifetime has passed.

Unable to say my regret, I feel a sharp pain in my heart.

Holding the blue and white keepsake tightly,
Keeping my promise,
Parting always takes place when we're at our most vulnerable.
The balm of memory is applied again and again,
But the wound cannot heal.
Your return breaks the silence like a sharp knife.

That night we met again, I stopped my wandering. You had come back.
Our reunion was a mix of joy and sorrow.
In the past, we were both so kind and stubborn that we hurt each other.
The keepsake is broken, our future together is canceled.

Unable to say my regret, I feel a sharp pain in my heart.

Holding the blue and white keepsake tightly, keeping my promise.
Parting always takes place when we're at our most vulnerable.
The balm of memory is applied again and again, but the wound cannot heal.
Your return breaks the silence like a sharp knife.

Holding the blue and white keepsake tightly, carving loneliness into it.
Like a soul without a home,
Entangled in the past, grieving for no reason. It will be shattered, and neither of us can take it with us.
You and I are a dream that can never be awakened.

Holding the blue and white keepsake tightly, keeping my promise.
Parting always takes place when we're at our most vulnerable.
The balm of memory is applied again and again, but the wound cannot heal.
Your return breaks the silence like a sharp knife.

Holding the blue and white keepsake tightly, carving loneliness into it.
Like a soul without a home,
Entangled in the past, grieving for no reason. It will be shattered, and neither of us can take it with us.
You and I are a dream that can never be awakened.