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慕容雪 - Live

臨行辭別你 欣賞未夠
分一碟相思豆 冬至送輕舟
紅霞溶掉你 身邊白雪
姑蘇盛產的絲繡 蓋著我消瘦
回頭望得清楚 快樂過很多
但缺乏你 我又擁有甚麼

＊我不是我 你轉身一走蘇州裡的不是我
以美景掩飾我如舊美好地過
不過不過 都不過抱著你的煙波
誰人能像你感動我
你泛起山川碧波裡的不是我
浮盪你背後河流上泡影 一個又一個
無奈美麗捉緊到手上 如雲石堅穩都會弄破＊

前塵弄熄煙火 記下了幾多
但記下你 對幸福有用麼

Repeat ＊

和文物好好抱擁 仍難敵心底細雪洶湧
誰人明白我多凍 這種風景我看不懂
只發現雙腳不會動

我不是我 你轉身一走蘇州裡的不是我
以美景掩飾我如舊美好地過
不過不過 都不過抱著你的煙波
船兒河上每天運貨
你帶走春耕秋收每一天渡過
存在我腦內河流上雪景 真正屬於我
其實美麗畢竟太抽象被文學書本一語道破
那海市蜃樓只是我

慕容雪 - Live

Saying goodbye to you before you leave. I don't think I've had my fill of my admiration for you.
I separate a plate of red bean soup. I'll send you a small boat in the winter solstice.
The red clouds fade away, you are surrounded by snow.
The silks from the prosperous city of Suzhou cover my frail body.
I turn my head and look clearly. I have had much joy.
But without you, what do I have?

＊I am not me anymore. The person who is still in Suzhou after you leave is no longer me.
I disguise myself with beautiful scenery to look as beautiful and graceful as I used to be,
But in fact I am only hugging your water and waves.
Who can touch my heart as you do?.
The person in the blue waves rippling with the mountains and rivers is not me.
Your image floats like bubbles on the river behind you, one after another.
It is impossible to grasp beauty in my hands, like marble. As solid as it is, it will break. ＊

The past smothers the fireworks. How much of it do I remember?
But what use is it to remember you, for happiness?

Repeat ＊

I embrace the precious relics, but it is still hard to resist the surging snow in my heart.
Who can understand that I am so cold, I cannot fathom this scenery.
I only realize that my feet can't move.

I am not me anymore. The person who is still in Suzhou after you leave is no longer me.
I disguise myself with beautiful scenery to look as beautiful and graceful as I used to be,
But in fact I am only hugging your water and waves.
The boats carry goods on the river every day.
You take away the spring plowing and autumn harvest that I experience every day.
The snowy scene in the river of my mind truly belongs to me.
In fact, beauty is abstract after all. Textbooks and literature destroy it with a single sentence.
That mirage is only me.