Текст и перевод песни Nan Quan Ma Ma - 妳不像她

妳不像她

这种爱萧瑟的风
加速了寂寞
只是那温热温柔
绕不清我们的承诺

从回忆的尽头
爱还在点头
枫叶落尽了秋末
落不尽我的等候

哎哟哎哟 要走为何不说
又我又我 每次都是我错
爱的流浪迷失方向
被时间埋葬（被月光埋葬）

爱我爱我 你说怎么能够
挥手挥手 跟我说了保重
逆风袭来的月光
翻阅爱的篇章
已到最后一行

与脆弱的铃响
痛却不说话
泪水晕开了牵挂 （模糊过去变成画）
模糊成一副画
名叫 that's right

我爱你的你爱他
与脆弱的铃响
痛却不说话
过去风景像幅画（你的风景像幅画）
你已经不像她
难道 that's right
爱情本来就该傻

从回忆的尽头
爱还在点头
枫叶落尽了秋末
落不尽我的等候

哎哟哎哟 要走为何不说
又我又我 每次都是我错
爱的流浪迷失方向
被时间埋葬（被月光埋葬）

爱我爱我 你说怎么能够
挥手挥手 跟我说了保重
逆风袭来的月光
翻阅爱的篇章
已到最后一行

与脆弱的铃响
痛却不说话
泪水晕开了牵挂（模糊过去变成画）
挂走一副画
名叫 that's right

我爱你的你爱他
与脆弱的铃响
痛却不说话
过去风景像幅画（你的风景像幅画）
你已经不像她
难道 that's right
爱情本来就该傻

You're Not Like Her

This love, a desolate wind,
Accelerates the loneliness.
Only that warmth and tenderness,
Can't unravel our promises.

From the end of memory,
Love still nods its head.
Maple leaves fall at autumn's end,
But my waiting never ends.

Oh, oh, why didn't you say you were leaving?
Again, and again, it's always my fault.
Love wanders, lost in direction,
Buried by time (Buried by moonlight).

Love me, love me, you said, how could you?
Wave, wave, and say goodbye.
Moonlight coming against the wind,
Turns the pages of love's chapter,
To the very last line.

With the fragile ringing,
Pain, but no words spoken.
Tears blur the longing (Blurring the past into a painting),
Blurring into a painting,
Called that's right.

I love you, but you love him.
With the fragile ringing,
Pain, but no words spoken.
Past scenery like a painting (Your scenery like a painting),
You're not like her anymore.
Is it that's right?
Love is supposed to be foolish.

From the end of memory,
Love still nods its head.
Maple leaves fall at autumn's end,
But my waiting never ends.

Oh, oh, why didn't you say you were leaving?
Again, and again, it's always my fault.
Love wanders, lost in direction,
Buried by time (Buried by moonlight).

Love me, love me, you said, how could you?
Wave, wave, and say goodbye.
Moonlight coming against the wind,
Turns the pages of love's chapter,
To the very last line.

With the fragile ringing,
Pain, but no words spoken.
Tears blur the longing (Blurring the past into a painting),
Hanging up a painting,
Called that's right.

I love you, but you love him.
With the fragile ringing,
Pain, but no words spoken.
Past scenery like a painting (Your scenery like a painting),
You're not like her anymore.
Is it that's right?
Love is supposed to be foolish.