等我变成我们(《云之羽》影视剧插曲) - Salil Chowdhury перевод на английский

等我变成我们(《云之羽》影视剧插曲)

等風聲不帶傷 等飛雪不蒼涼
等煙火不熄滅 螢火蟲不躲藏
等紅繩繫刀上 等鎧甲配紅妝
你溫暖的手掌 托住幻想

嘆燈火 嘆笙歌 織就傾世流光
嘆美景 誰人與我共賞
燈火闌珊處 人來人往

你和我 遙望著 隔著漫漫星河
怎奈何 落花隨水飄落
風不問雲朵 雲也 不說

我在等風聲不帶傷
等不堪思念醉一場
等飛雪不蒼茫等天地寒褪萬物長
等詩裡的月光 釀成一壺地久天長
把冷暖都品嚐 再談去遠方
我在等伊人快歸鄉
等紅燭夜雨的西窗
等青絲落白霜 把故事寫在厚雪上
等我們的故事 被風拿去四處傳唱
把思念都醞釀 把過往都珍藏

你和我 遙望著 隔著漫漫星河
怎奈何 落花隨水飄落
風不問雲朵 雲也 不說

我在等風聲不帶傷
等不堪思念醉一場
等飛雪不蒼茫 等天地寒褪萬物長
等詩裡的月光 釀成一壺地久天長
把冷暖都品嚐 再談去遠方
我在等伊人快歸鄉
等紅燭夜雨的西窗
等青絲落白霜 把故事寫在厚雪上
等我們的故事 被風拿去四處傳唱
把思念都醞釀 把過往都珍藏

我在等風聲不帶傷
等不堪思念醉一場
等飛雪不蒼茫 等天地寒褪萬物長
等詩裡的月光 釀成一壺地久天長
把冷暖都品嚐 再談去遠方
我在等伊人快歸鄉 等紅燭夜雨的西窗
等青絲落白霜 把故事寫在厚雪上
等我們的故事 被風拿去四處傳唱
把思念都醞釀 把過往都珍藏

Waiting Until I Become Us (Theme Song from "Cloud Feather")

Waiting for the wind to carry no sorrow, waiting for the snow to lose its chill,
Waiting for the fireworks to burn eternally, waiting for the fireflies to emerge from hiding,
Waiting for the red string to tie onto the blade, waiting for the armor to complement the bridal gown,
Your warm hand, supporting my fantasies.

Sighing at the lanterns, sighing at the笙 music, weaving a world of fleeting light,
Sighing at the beautiful scenery, who will admire it with me?
Amidst the fading lights, people come and go.

You and I, gazing at each other, across a vast galaxy,
But alas, fallen blossoms drift with the flowing water,
The wind doesn't question the clouds, and the clouds remain silent.

I'm waiting for the wind to carry no sorrow,
Waiting to be intoxicated by unbearable longing,
Waiting for the snow to lose its bleakness, waiting for the cold to recede and all things to grow,
Waiting for the moonlight in poems to brew into an eternity,
To taste both warmth and coldness, then talk about traveling far,
I'm waiting for my beloved to return home,
Waiting by the west window with red candles in the night rain,
Waiting for my black hair to turn white, writing our story on the thick snow,
Waiting for our story to be carried by the wind and sung everywhere,
Brewing all the longing, treasuring all the past.

You and I, gazing at each other, across a vast galaxy,
But alas, fallen blossoms drift with the flowing water,
The wind doesn't question the clouds, and the clouds remain silent.

I'm waiting for the wind to carry no sorrow,
Waiting to be intoxicated by unbearable longing,
Waiting for the snow to lose its bleakness, waiting for the cold to recede and all things to grow,
Waiting for the moonlight in poems to brew into an eternity,
To taste both warmth and coldness, then talk about traveling far,
I'm waiting for my beloved to return home,
Waiting by the west window with red candles in the night rain,
Waiting for my black hair to turn white, writing our story on the thick snow,
Waiting for our story to be carried by the wind and sung everywhere,
Brewing all the longing, treasuring all the past.

I'm waiting for the wind to carry no sorrow,
Waiting to be intoxicated by unbearable longing,
Waiting for the snow to lose its bleakness, waiting for the cold to recede and all things to grow,
Waiting for the moonlight in poems to brew into an eternity,
To taste both warmth and coldness, then talk about traveling far,
I'm waiting for my beloved to return home, waiting by the west window with red candles in the night rain,
Waiting for my black hair to turn white, writing our story on the thick snow,
Waiting for our story to be carried by the wind and sung everywhere,
Brewing all the longing, treasuring all the past.