Paroles et traduction 鄭秀文 - 無藥可救

無藥可救

收起你的溫柔 沒有借口引誘
一切自作自受 無話可說繼續去承受
收起你的風流 無葯能救尚有
無限痛苦補足你的內疚

鏡內隨夜色 面與目已全非
愛若被遺棄 插翼也沒能力飛起

情慾像枯萎的愛已埋葬
我知眼淚總會一天流干
讓美麗留下遺憾痕迹
愛失去方向像赤裸已沒顏色

情迷亂不可思議更惆悵
愛彷佛越決絕更越漂亮
讓快樂全部留在回憶 愛失去知覺
便要葬身於迷惘

不需要再哀求 沒理由可佔有
失去沒法補救 如何不會再做你皇后
不需扮作憂愁 無葯能救尚有
無限缺口千蒼百孔毒咒

鏡內隨夜色 面與目已全非
愛若被遺棄 插翼也沒能力飛起

情慾像枯萎的愛已埋葬
我知眼淚總會一天流干
讓美麗留下遺憾痕迹
愛失去方向像赤裸已沒顏色

情迷亂不可思議更惆悵
愛彷佛越決絕更越漂亮
讓快樂全部留在回憶 愛失去知覺
便要葬身於迷惘

情慾像枯萎的愛已埋葬
我知眼淚總會一天流干
讓美麗留下遺憾痕迹
愛失去方向像赤裸已沒顏色

情迷亂不可思議更惆悵
愛彷佛越決絕更越漂亮
讓快樂全部留在回憶 愛失去知覺
便要葬身於迷惘

Hopelessly Devoted

Keep your tenderness to yourself; excuses won't entice me anymore.
Everything was self-inflicted; nothing further need be said; I'll continue to endure it.
Keep your charm; no medicine can save you, yet
infinite pain will suffice for your remorse.

In the mirror, as the night deepens, my face and eyes are no longer recognizable.
When love is cast aside, even with wings, it's impossible to take flight.

Sensuality is like a withered love, now buried.
I know that one day my tears will finally run dry.
Let beauty be a testament to my regrets.
Love has lost its compass; it's like being naked and colorless.

Love's confusion defies understanding, causing even greater despair.
Love seems more exquisite the further it unravels.
Let all happiness dwell only in memories, for love has lost its senses,
destined to be engulfed by confusion.

No need for further pleading; there's no reason for you to possess me.
What's lost cannot be restored; how can I help but relinquish the title of your queen?
No need to feign sorrow; no medicine can save you, yet
an endless void, a thousand gaping wounds, a venomous curse.

In the mirror, as the night deepens, my face and eyes are no longer recognizable.
When love is cast aside, even with wings, it's impossible to take flight.

Sensuality is like a withered love, now buried.
I know that one day my tears will finally run dry.
Let beauty be a testament to my regrets.
Love has lost its compass; it's like being naked and colorless.

Love's confusion defies understanding, causing even greater despair.
Love seems more exquisite the further it unravels.
Let all happiness dwell only in memories, for love has lost its senses,
destined to be engulfed by confusion.

Sensuality is like a withered love, now buried.
I know that one day my tears will finally run dry.
Let beauty be a testament to my regrets.
Love has lost its compass; it's like being naked and colorless.

Love's confusion defies understanding, causing even greater despair.
Love seems more exquisite the further it unravels.
Let all happiness dwell only in memories, for love has lost its senses,
destined to be engulfed by confusion.