Paroles et traduction G.E.M. - Seine

Seine

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你對愛並不了解 誤會愛的分類
把最珍貴的玫瑰 當作荒野薔薇
相信了你的承諾 讓愛蒙蔽我的眼
塞納河的光線 照不亮心的那邊
背叛的終點
線索己那麼明顯 你的愛是欺騙
我在一千零一夜 守著錯誤的簽
真相似毒刺漫延 心被扎得出血
你和我的愛之間 主角是背叛
虛偽的表演
在塞納河上的玫瑰 它的養份是我的淚
花瓣的顏色愈妖艷 我卻愈憔悴
發現了自己信仰的依賴 逐漸瓦解
永遠在瞬間被毀滅
線索己那麼明顯 你的愛是欺騙
我在一千零一夜 守著錯誤的簽
真相似毒刺漫延 心被扎得出血
痛與愛難分難解 因為我已經為你
忘了我自己
在塞納河上的玫瑰 它的養份是我的淚
花瓣的顏色愈妖艷 我卻愈憔悴
它緩緩落下的露水 從來沒人在意
哪一顆是我的眼淚
愛 會讓我痛
我 卻不懂恨
在塞納河上的玫瑰 它的養份是我的淚
原來在最美的時刻 要讓它心碎
終於讓自己殘存的愛情全部揉碎
淹沒在塞納河水
你對愛並不了解 愛會把你忽略
遍地野生的薔薇 不如玫瑰珍貴
承諾要灰飛煙滅 誰還能被愛紀念
凋謝最紅的玫瑰 眼淚化作塞納河水

Seine

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You don't understand love, misunderstanding its classifications,
Treating the most precious rose as a wild briar.
Believing your promises, letting love blind my eyes,
The light of the Seine can't illuminate the other side of my heart.
The endpoint of betrayal,
The clues are so obvious, your love is a deception.
I, in a thousand and one nights, guarding a mistaken signature,
The truth spreads like a poisonous thorn, my heart pricked till it bleeds.
Between you and my love, the protagonist is betrayal,
A hypocritical performance.
The rose on the Seine, its nourishment is my tears,
The more enchanting the color of the petals, the more haggard I become.
Discovering the faith I relied on gradually disintegrating,
Forever destroyed in an instant.
The clues are so obvious, your love is a deception.
I, in a thousand and one nights, guarding a mistaken signature,
The truth spreads like a poisonous thorn, my heart pricked till it bleeds.
Pain and love are inseparable, because I have already, for you,
Forgotten myself.
The rose on the Seine, its nourishment is my tears,
The more enchanting the color of the petals, the more haggard I become.
The dew that slowly falls from it, no one ever cares,
Which drop is my tear.
Love will make me hurt,
But I don't understand hate.
The rose on the Seine, its nourishment is my tears,
It turns out that at the most beautiful moment, I have to let it break,
Finally letting all the remaining love within me crumble,
Submerged in the Seine's water.
You don't understand love, love will neglect you,
The wild roses all over the ground are not as precious as the rose.
Promises turn to ashes, who can still be remembered by love?
The reddest rose withers, tears turn into the Seine's water.