Paroles et traduction 李玲玉 - 春

春

曾有的幻想，伴随着笑容，被岁月隐藏在何方？
迟来的归心寻找着花朵凋零以前的瞬间。
暖暖的春风布盖在脸上，展示着历来的温柔。
时光如流水，却流不走往日凝聚成冰的梦。
缓缓走在飞速的世界，无数青春被衰老带走了；
缓缓走在飞速的世界，无数衰老又被青春代替了。
晴朗的天空给黯淡的旅途又划上暂时的句号，
蝴蝶在飞舞，鸟儿在歌唱，又是个新生景象。
暖暖的春风吹不走往日对聚聚散散那份紧张，
只有在漫无的苏醒中，匆匆抹去来时的脚印。

缓缓走在飞速的世界，无数青春被衰老带走了；
缓缓走在飞速的世界，无数衰老又被青春代替了。
晴朗的天空给黯淡的旅途又划上暂时的句号，
蝴蝶在飞舞，鸟儿在歌唱，又是个新生景象。
暖暖的春风吹不走往日对聚聚散散那份紧张，
只有在漫无的苏醒中，匆匆抹去来时的脚印。
年少的情怀随时间的变换，又容纳了一点点沧桑。
更新的年代给回忆的时间总是那么短暂。
失恋的心和冷漠的人还在诉说着冬天的故事，
无语的芳草却静静地等待着下一个季节来临。
无语的芳草却静静地等待着下一个季节来临。

Spring

My fantasies, once accompanied with smiles, where have they been hidden by the years?
My belated nostalgia searches for a moment before the withered flowers fall.
The warm spring breeze covers my face, showing its enduring gentleness.
Time is like running water, yet it cannot wash away the dreams that have frozen from the past.
Walking slowly in the fast-paced world, countless youth have been taken away by aging;
Walking slowly in the fast-paced world, countless old age have been replaced by youth.
The clear sky marks a temporary end to the dim journey,
Butterflies flutter, birds sing, and a new scene of life emerges.
The warm spring breeze cannot blow away the tension of past gatherings and separations,
Only in the endless awakening, the footprints of the past are hastily erased.

Walking slowly in the fast-paced world, countless youth have been taken away by aging;
Walking slowly in the fast-paced world, countless old age have been replaced by youth.
The clear sky marks a temporary end to the dim journey,
Butterflies flutter, birds sing, and a new scene of life emerges.
The warm spring breeze cannot blow away the tension of past gatherings and separations,
Only in the endless awakening, the footprints of the past are hastily erased.
The youthful feelings have changed with the passage of time, and have accommodated a little bit of沧桑.
The new era always gives memories a short time.
The heartbroken and the indifferent are still telling the story of winter,
While the speechless weeds quietly wait for the next season to come.
While the speechless weeds quietly wait for the next season to come.