Paroles et traduction 蔡淳佳 - 昨天

昨天

Yesterday - 蔡淳佳

Yesterday 很模糊 那時夢很美
有Guitar 會讓我想飛
Saturday 聽著風 傍晚的海水
沙灘上看落日的我

也許會有人愛我
可惜是我沒了夢 我也不太懂
那幾年的愛呀 要不要放下 該忘了他嗎
愛他的心情 可能最后變成一粒沙
沒實現的夢呀 還在風里飄吧
飄成一個謎 也許飄成一滴雨
對嗎 我問了好久 回憶它卻不說話

Yersterday 是條路 多長的距離
我與你偶爾看回去
Rainy Day 提醒我 可以按暫停
等明天在努力前進

夢見我遺憾快樂 要去哪里
不曉得 某一個世界
那幾年的愛呀 要不要放下 該忘了他嗎
愛他的心情 可能最后變成一粒沙
沒實現的夢呀 還在風里飄吧
飄成一個謎 也許飄成一滴雨
對嗎 我問了好久 回憶它卻不說話

YES 想看月亮 明天能不能不想他
拍拍相片 回憶是我的藏寶箱
想像未來 幸福很久沒有聯絡
聽見了嗎 風在說 別害怕

那幾年的愛呀 要不要放下 該忘了他嗎
愛他的心情 可能最后變成一粒沙
那幾年的愛呀 從前的想法 努力記住他吧
愛他的心情 可能最后變成一粒沙
沒實現的夢呀 還在風里飄吧
飄成一個謎 也許飄成一滴雨
對嗎 我問了好久 時間在風中說話

當時的愛情 也許終于都過去
對嗎 我不再問了 始終在風里的他

Yesterday

Yesterday - Cai Chunjia

Yesterday was so blurry; my dreams were so beautiful then.
With a guitar, I felt like I could fly.
Saturday, listening to the wind, the ocean at dusk;
On the beach, I watched the sunset.

Perhaps someone would love me.
Regrettably, I lost my dreams; I don't really understand.
All those years of love, should I let go? Should I forget him?
My feelings for him may eventually become a grain of sand.
My unrealized dreams still drift in the wind.
They float like a mystery, perhaps as raindrops.
Am I right? I've asked for so long, yet my memories remain silent.

Yesterday was a path; its distance, so vast.
Occasionally, we look back, both you and I.
A rainy day reminds me to pause;
We can start again tomorrow.

I dream of my regrets and my happiness, wondering where they are now.
Who knows? Perhaps in some other world.
All those years of love, should I let go? Should I forget him?
My feelings for him may eventually become a grain of sand.
My unrealized dreams still drift in the wind.
They float like a mystery, perhaps as raindrops.
Am I right? I've asked for so long, yet my memories remain silent.

YES, I want to look at the moon; maybe tomorrow I can stop thinking about him.
Let me capture this moment in a photograph; my memories are my treasures.
I imagine a future without him, and it feels strange.
Do you hear? The wind says, "Don't be afraid."

All those years of love, should I let go? Should I forget him?
My feelings for him may eventually become a grain of sand.
All those years of love, those old thoughts, I will cherish them.
My feelings for him may eventually become a grain of sand.
My unrealized dreams still drift in the wind.
They float like a mystery, perhaps as raindrops.
Am I right? I've asked for so long, and now time whispers the answer.

Maybe our love has finally passed.
Am I right? I no longer ask, for he remains forever in the wind.