Текст и перевод песни Keeva Mak - 南青山上

南青山上

櫥窗擺設在換季 時裝新貴才美麗
曾多相襯的一套 也要拋低

誰都總要被代替 年輕的愛都流逝
若這是相戀趨勢 從此別提

如果他的愛好比套新衫
如季節換了穿不慣
連從前留下纖維 磨到極殘
曾經喜歡過的一套冷衫
陪你過渡世間的冷
城市走半里的輕嘆
潮流過了 他的襯衫 到達期限

和他走過命運線 和他只有留記念
時興的愛都總有 厭惡一天

南青山那特賣店 毛衫溫暖都沉澱
任你舊愛沒變遷 仍要放眼目前

如果他的愛好比套新衫
如季節換了穿不慣

連從前留下纖維 磨到極殘
曾經喜歡過的一套冷衫
陪你過渡世間的冷
城市走半里的輕嘆
潮流過了 拋開襯衫

過去熱潮到限期 他的愛開到荼蘼
他經已轉變服飾 愛侶隨緣去拋棄
半里路程記念你 只得變出這一塊路碑

如果他的愛好比套新衫
如季節換了穿不慣
連從前留下纖維 磨到極殘
曾經喜歡過的一套冷衫
陪你過渡世間的冷
城市走半里的輕嘆
誰還要愛多晚

如果他的愛好比套新衫 (都會爛)
情侶到下季都失散 (時間將一切都沖淡)
隨潮流流逝的人 誰看多眼 (潮流未放慢)
時裝的興替走不過青山 (未算慘)
時間過下去都沖淡 (貪多一晚)
難過不過過那一晚
似潮流過去 回頭看一眼 不必輕嘆

Above Minami-Aoyama

Window displays changing seasons, the new fashion is the beauty
How well-matched we once were, now I must let go

Everyone will eventually be replaced, young love fades away
If this is the trend of love, let's never speak of it again

If your love is like a new shirt
The season changes, it doesn't fit anymore
Even the leftover fibers from the past have worn away
The sweater I once loved
Accompanied you through the world's chill
A soft sigh, walking half a mile in the city
Trends have passed, your shirt has reached its limit

Walked the line of fate with you, only memories remain
Trendy love always has a day of disgust

At the sale in Minami-Aoyama, the warmth of sweaters settles
Though your old love remains unchanged, you still must look to the present

If your love is like a new shirt
The season changes, it doesn't fit anymore

Even the leftover fibers from the past have worn away
The sweater I once loved
Accompanied you through the world's chill
A soft sigh, walking half a mile in the city
Trends have passed, let go of the shirt

Past trends have reached their limit, your love has withered
You have changed your attire, your lover discarded as fate dictates
Half a mile journey remembering you, only a tombstone remains

If your love is like a new shirt
The season changes, it doesn't fit anymore
Even the leftover fibers from the past have worn away
The sweater I once loved
Accompanied you through the world's chill
A soft sigh, walking half a mile in the city
Who needs love so late

If your love is like a new shirt (it will wear out)
Lovers disperse by the next season (time dilutes everything)
Who cares about those swept away by trends (trends never slow down)
Fashion's rise and fall cannot surpass the Aoyama hills (not so bad)
Time passes, diluting everything (craving for one more night)
Sadness is but a passing night
Like passing trends, a glance back, no need to sigh