Paroles et traduction Rainie Yang - 匿名的好友

匿名的好友

杜松混合茉莉的風
回憶裡被愛那股激動
天色好紅 溫柔好濃
在胸口浮現 你的臉容

一起活在這城市迷宮
提起你名字心還跳動 卻沒重逢
只有想碰 卻又不敢碰的那種悸動

也許我們當時年紀真的太小
從那懵懵懂懂 走進各自天空
該怎麼說 讓彼此選擇
但思念還轉動

不能握的手 從此匿名的朋友
其實我的執著 依然執著
與你無關淚自行吸收

不能握的手 卻比親人更親厚
但所有如果 都沒有如果
只有失去的溫柔 最溫柔

當又一次美夢落空
回憶裡被愛那股激動
天色好紅 溫柔好濃
在胸口浮現 你的臉容

也許我們當時年紀真的太小
從那懵懵懂懂 走進各自天空
那是什麼 讓彼此選擇
又不僅是尊重

不能握的手 從此匿名的朋友
其實我的執著 依然執著
與你無關淚自行吸收

不能握的手 卻比親人更親厚
但所有如果 都沒有如果
只有失去的溫柔 最溫柔

不能握的手 從此匿名的朋友
其實我的執著 依然執著
卻決心和你不再聯絡

不能握的手 卻比愛人更長久
當所有如果 都沒有如果
只有失去的擁有 最永久

Anonymous Friend

Wind of juniper and jasmine
Memories of the thrill of being loved
The sky is so red, the tenderness is so thick
Your face appears in my chest

We live together in this city maze
When I mention your name, my heart still beats, but we haven't met again
There's only the kind of throbbing that you want to touch but don't dare to touch

Maybe we were really too young at the time
From that懵懵懂懂 Walk into each other's sky
How do I say it, let each other choose
But thinking is still turning

Hands that can't be held, now anonymous friends
In fact, my persistence is still persistent
Tears that have nothing to do with you are absorbed by yourself

Hands that can't be held but are closer than relatives
But all the ifs and buts are nothing
Only the lost tenderness is the most tender

When another dream comes to nothing
Memories of the thrill of being loved
The sky is so red, the tenderness is so thick
Your face appears in my chest

Maybe we were really too young at the time
From that懵懵懂懂 Walk into each other's sky
What is that, let each other choose
And it's not just respect

Hands that can't be held, now anonymous friends
In fact, my persistence is still persistent
Tears that have nothing to do with you are absorbed by yourself

Hands that can't be held but are closer than relatives
But all the ifs and buts are nothing
Only the lost tenderness is the most tender

Hands that can't be held, now anonymous friends
In fact, my persistence is still persistent
But determined to never contact you again

Hands that can't be held but are longer than lovers
When all the ifs and buts are nothing
Only the lost possession is the most permanent