Paroles et traduction Wendyz Zheng - 雕刻愛情 (電視劇"步步驚心"宣傳曲)

雕刻愛情 (電視劇"步步驚心"宣傳曲)

山無陵天地合才與君絕是一個承諾
很可惜承諾沒絕對 只有一定的把握
也許愛到盡頭很脆弱 誰說詩人不犯錯
也許愛是短暫的煙火 只是我們想得太多

夜寒漏永千門靜 破夢鐘聲度花影
夢想回思憶最真 只可惜夢短難常親
黑夜裡掛念的聲音 很安靜卻很傷心
山無陵天地合 是一個斗膽的希冀

愛雖有轟烈的權利 別讓風塵掩蓋風景
當心痛川流不息 靜聽江水的哭泣
交託時間雕刻愛情 讓吵鬧的年代為我們靜止
你是我的回憶 也是我雕琢的勇氣

一朵花一根草 看清楚雕刻的人
一棵樹一隻鳥 被刻進某個黃昏
一顆心一雙手 記下了生命木紋
忘記了又想起 愛有多深

手牽手肩並肩一起度過 我們的亂世
用幸福痛心和眼淚 構成我們的故事
害怕愛到盡頭很脆弱 誰說詩人不犯錯
害怕愛是短暫的煙火 只是我們想得太多

(愛得太深 想得太多)
夜寒漏永千門靜 破夢鐘聲度花影
夢想回思憶最真 只可惜夢短難常親
黑夜裡掛念的聲音 很安靜卻很傷心
山無陵天地合 是一個斗膽的希冀

愛雖有轟烈的權利 別讓風塵掩蓋風景
當心痛川流不息 靜聽江水的哭泣

愛雖有轟烈的權利 別讓風塵掩蓋風景
當心痛川流不息 靜聽江水的哭泣
交託時間雕刻愛情 讓吵鬧的年代為我們靜止
你是我的回憶 也是我雕琢的勇氣

Carving Love (The theme song of the TV series "Scarlet Heart")

"Until the mountains cease to exist and the earth and sky unite, I will never abandon you" - a promise
What a pity, a promise is not absolute, only somewhat reliable
Maybe love is really fragile in the end, Who said poets don't make mistakes
Maybe love is just a fleeting spark, It's just that we think too much

The night is cold and the hour is late, a thousand gates are still and silent, broken dreams and the sound of bells floating through the shadows
The fondest wish is to recall a dream, what a pity, a dream is too short to be cherished
The sound of longing in the night, is very quiet but very sad
"Until the mountains cease to exist and the earth and sky unite" - a daring hope

Love has the right to be magnificent, do not let the dust obscure the scenery
When heartache flows without end, listen quietly to the river's lament
Entrust the carving of love to time, let the clamor of the ages come to a standstill for us
You are my memory, you are also my courage to refine

A flower, a blade of grass, See clearly the person carving
A tree, a bird, engraved into a certain sunset
A heart, a pair of hands, recording the grain of life
Forgotten and remembered again, how deep is love

Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, together we'll pass through our troubled times
With happiness, heartache and tears, we compose our story
Afraid that love is really fragile in the end, Who said poets don't make mistakes
Afraid that love is just a fleeting spark, It's just that we think too much

(Love too deeply, think too much)
The night is cold and the hour is late, a thousand gates are still and silent, broken dreams and the sound of bells floating through the shadows
The fondest wish is to recall a dream, what a pity, a dream is too short to be cherished
The sound of longing in the night, is very quiet but very sad
"Until the mountains cease to exist and the earth and sky unite" - a daring hope

Love has the right to be magnificent, do not let the dust obscure the scenery
When heartache flows without end, listen quietly to the river's lament

Love has the right to be magnificent, do not let the dust obscure the scenery
When heartache flows without end, listen quietly to the river's lament
Entrust the carving of love to time, let the clamor of the ages come to a standstill for us
You are my memory, you are also my courage to refine