Paroles et traduction 王傑 - 如果你是個夢

如果你是個夢

如果你是个梦（4：45）

风 刮起天边烟雨朦 任意将路人吹送
像要热烫的心冰冻
如果你是个梦 挂走真心的笑容
把我笑或愁都操纵
然后竟推出风雨中
承受一生不退减的所有痛
难理解 你的思想
怎么偏偏要我痛 要用情作弄
但是人别了去了 更想你 爱意最烈最浓
还记得 你的声音温馨之中告诉我
你是情重意重
悬在追忆的半空 悬在每个梦里相同 人伤口更痛

爱上了你才自知失控
爱上了你才知拥有梦
才拥有泪 于天边烟雨朦
使我世上随风去 随着飘飘雨点中 呼唤你

难理解 你的思想
怎么偏偏要我痛 要用情作弄
但是人别了去了 更想你 爱意最烈最浓
还记得 你的声音温馨之中告诉我
你是情重意重
悬在追忆的半空 悬在每个梦里相同 人伤口更痛
难理解 你的思想
怎么偏偏要我痛 要用情作弄
但是人别了去了 更想你 爱意最烈最浓
还记得 你的声音温馨之中告诉我
你是情重意重
悬在追忆的半空 悬在每个梦里相同 人伤口更痛
风乱起天边烟雨朦 任意将路人吹送
谁在飘飘雨点中 呼唤你

If You Are a Dream

If you are a dream (4:45)

The wind stirs up the misty rain, and blows passers-by at will,
As if to freeze the hot heart,
If you are a dream, taking away my true smile,
Controlling my laughter and sorrow,
Then why push me into the rain and wind,
To bear all the pain that will never diminish throughout my life?
I can't understand your thoughts,
Why do you have to make me suffer, using my feelings to tease me?
But even though you are gone, I miss you more, my love is the most intense and strong.
I still remember your voice, so warm and gentle, telling me,
That you are deeply affectionate.
Hanging in the void of memory, hanging in every dream, the same, the wounds are even more painful.

I only realized I had lost control after falling in love with you,
I only knew I had a dream after falling in love with you,
Only then did I have tears, in the misty rain,
Making me wander the world with the wind, calling out your name amidst the rain.

I can't understand your thoughts,
Why do you have to make me suffer, using my feelings to tease me?
But even though you are gone, I miss you more, my love is the most intense and strong.
I still remember your voice, so warm and gentle, telling me,
That you are deeply affectionate.
Hanging in the void of memory, hanging in every dream, the same, the wounds are even more painful.
I can't understand your thoughts,
Why do you have to make me suffer, using my feelings to tease me?
But even though you are gone, I miss you more, my love is the most intense and strong.
I still remember your voice, so warm and gentle, telling me,
That you are deeply affectionate.
Hanging in the void of memory, hanging in every dream, the same, the wounds are even more painful.
The wind stirs up the misty rain, and blows passers-by at will,
Who is calling your name amidst the rain?