Paroles et traduction 巫啟賢 - 細說從頭

細說從頭

愛情的起點是甚麼
還有誰會在意還有誰會記起
曾經擁有的溫柔曾經付出的心痛
要如何對妳細說從頭
愛情的終點是甚麼
還有誰會在意還有誰會忘記
曾經醉過的酒窩曾經深愛地笑容
要如何對妳細說從頭
窗外是一漠海闊天空
攤開雙手卻依然是一片不知名的寂寞
幾許浪漫幾許浪漫幾許風霜都付託輕風
看白雲朵朵看故事種種
看妳熟悉了又陌生的臉孔
我是忘記了故鄉的風要如何對妳細說從頭
愛情的起點是甚麼
還有誰會在意還有誰會記起
曾經擁有的溫柔曾經付出的心痛
要如何對妳細說從頭
愛情的終點是甚麼
還有誰會在意還有誰會忘記
曾經醉過的酒窩曾經深愛地笑容
要如何對妳細說從頭
窗外是一漠海闊天空
攤開雙手卻依然是一片不知名的寂寞
幾許浪漫幾許浪漫幾許風霜都付託輕風
看白雲朵朵看故事種種
看妳熟悉了又陌生的臉孔
我是忘記了故鄉的風要如何對妳細說從頭
窗外是一漠海闊天空
攤開雙手卻依然是一片不知名的寂寞
幾許浪漫幾許浪漫幾許風霜都付託輕風
看白雲朵朵看故事種種
看妳熟悉了又陌生的臉孔
我是忘記了故鄉的風要如何對妳細說從頭

Tell Me Again

What is the starting point of love?
Who would still care, who would still remember?
The tenderness once had, the heartache once given,
How can I tell you again?
What is the end point of love?
Who would still care, who would still forget?
The once drunken dimples, the smile of deep love,
How can I tell you again?
Outside the window is a vast sea and sky,
But when I spread out my hands, there is still an unknown loneliness.
I entrust all the romance, all the romance, all the frost and snow to the gentle breeze,
Watching the white clouds, watching all sorts of stories,
Watching your face, familiar yet strange.
I have forgotten the wind of my hometown, how can I tell you again?
What is the starting point of love?
Who would still care, who would still remember?
The tenderness once had, the heartache once given,
How can I tell you again?
What is the end point of love?
Who would still care, who would still forget?
The once drunken dimples, the smile of deep love,
How can I tell you again?
Outside the window is a vast sea and sky,
But when I spread out my hands, there is still an unknown loneliness.
I entrust all the romance, all the romance, all the frost and snow to the gentle breeze,
Watching the white clouds, watching all sorts of stories,
Watching your face, familiar yet strange.
I have forgotten the wind of my hometown, how can I tell you again?
Outside the window is a vast sea and sky,
But when I spread out my hands, there is still an unknown loneliness.
I entrust all the romance, all the romance, all the frost and snow to the gentle breeze,
Watching the white clouds, watching all sorts of stories,
Watching your face, familiar yet strange.
I have forgotten the wind of my hometown, how can I tell you again?