Paroles et traduction 張婧 - 錯覺

錯覺

决定手写 湿透的卡片
那不是眼泪 只是个雨天
你住在 光亮的房间
你会晒干它 还是撕碎
某一句写着爱的搁浅
某一些涂鸦着太想念
总之想交给你 完整的残缺
我们到底分手没 相爱是谁自以为
不能见你的徘徊 陪自己错觉
爱的下落分两边 像回忆各自理解
不想猜你怎么面对 宁愿是错觉

独自翻阅 心情的长篇
那不是眼泪 不过雨天
写了卡片 我的手却湿透
无声背诵它 没人听见
某一句写着爱的搁浅
某一些涂鸦着太想念
总之想交给你 完整的残缺
我们到底分手没 相爱是谁自以为
不能见你的徘徊 陪自己错觉
爱的下落分两边 像回忆各自理解
不想猜你怎么面对 宁愿是错觉
下次联络之前 我已做好准备
感觉从来没有对不对
我们到底分手没 相爱是谁自以为
不能见你的徘徊 陪自己错觉
爱的下落分两边 像回忆各自理解
不想猜你怎么面对 宁愿是错觉
我们到底分手没 相爱是谁自以为
不能见你的徘徊 陪自己错觉
爱的下落分两边 像回忆各自理解
不想猜你怎么面对 宁愿是错觉

Illusion

I decided to handwrite a soaked postcard
Those weren't tears, just a rainy day
You live in a brightly light room
Will you dry it or tear it
A sentence or two about love running aground
Some graffiti saying I miss you so much
In any case, I wanted to give it to you, perfectly imperfect
Did we break up or is it me who thinks I'm in love
Unable to see you, I hover, living in my own illusion
The outcome of our love is divided in two, like the way we remember things
I don't want to guess how you're coping, I'd rather live in my illusion

Alone, I reread my long emotional outpouring
Those weren't tears, just a rainy day
I wrote the postcard, but my hands were soaked
Reciting it silently, no one can hear me
A sentence or two about love running aground
Some graffiti saying I miss you so much
In any case, I wanted to give it to you, perfectly imperfect
Did we break up or is it me who thinks I'm in love
Unable to see you, I hover, living in my own illusion
The outcome of our love is divided in two, like the way we remember things
I don't want to guess how you're coping, I'd rather live in my illusion
Before I contact you again, I'll be ready
There's never been any right or wrong in how I feel
Did we break up or is it me who thinks I'm in love
Unable to see you, I hover, living in my own illusion
The outcome of our love is divided in two, like the way we remember things
I don't want to guess how you're coping, I'd rather live in my illusion
Did we break up or is it me who thinks I'm in love
Unable to see you, I hover, living in my own illusion
The outcome of our love is divided in two, like the way we remember things
I don't want to guess how you're coping, I'd rather live in my illusion