Paroles et traduction 秀蘭瑪雅 - 傷痕是花

傷痕是花

天光微微 相思綿綿
用幾個年捌一個你
溪水清清 日子新新
我已經失去愛你的權利

咱揣著幸福的過程
攏一直予愛來創治
目睭閃爍誰人背影 珠淚珠珠滴
墜落地等待見一面
哭過幾暝 吼過幾回 才來大幾歲
相信兩人有愛過
後來孤單是冊 傷痕是花
歲月送來的禮
痛過幾暝 傷過幾回 才免聽解說
袂記誰人有反背
原來夢是朋友 傷痕若花
行偌遠伴咱寫離別

咱揣著幸福的過程
攏一直予愛來創治
目睭閃爍誰人背影 珠淚珠珠滴
墜落地等待見一面
哭過幾暝 吼過幾回 才來大幾歲
相信兩人有愛過
後來孤單是冊 傷痕是花
歲月送來的禮
痛過幾暝 傷過幾回 才免聽解說
袂記誰人有反背
原來夢是朋友 傷痕若花
行偌遠伴咱寫離別

哭過幾暝 吼過幾回 才來大幾歲
相信兩人有愛過
後來孤單是冊 傷痕是花
為你開出偌濟
痛過幾暝 傷過幾回 才免聽解說
袂記誰人有反背
風風火火放手 一陣雲煙
我是你有緣的無緣

Scars Are Flowers

The sky is breaking, and my longing intensifies,
I've spent years creating a version of you in my mind.
The stream flows crystal clear, and my days are fresh and new,
But I've lost the right to love you.

We held onto the process of our happiness,
Always letting love inflict its wounds.
My eyes flicker, searching for your silhouette, as tears stream down,
Falling to the ground, yearning for a glimpse of you.
I've cried for nights on end, and screamed until I've grown hoarse,
Believing that we once shared a love.
In the end, solitude became my book, and scars became flowers,
A gift from time.
I've ached for nights and been hurt countless times, until I no longer seek explanations.
I won't remember who betrayed me.
It seems that dreams are friends, while scars resemble flowers,
Accompanying us on our journey of separation.

We held onto the process of our happiness,
Always letting love inflict its wounds.
My eyes flicker, searching for your silhouette, as tears stream down,
Falling to the ground, yearning for a glimpse of you.
I've cried for nights on end, and screamed until I've grown hoarse,
Believing that we once shared a love.
In the end, solitude became my book, and scars became flowers,
A gift from time.
I've ached for nights and been hurt countless times, until I no longer seek explanations.
I won't remember who betrayed me.
It seems that dreams are friends, while scars resemble flowers,
Accompanying us on our journey of separation.

I've cried for nights on end, and screamed until I've grown hoarse,
Believing that we once shared a love.
In the end, solitude became my book, and scars became flowers,
Blossoming in abundance for you.
I've ached for nights and been hurt countless times, until I no longer seek explanations.
I won't remember who betrayed me.
Impulsively, we let go, disappearing like smoke,
I am the one you have a connection to, yet are destined to lose.