Текст и перевод песни 何韻詩 - 化蝶 - Live

化蝶 - Live

墳前沒有花
容我撥開沙土 用眼淚種些吧
長埋是你嗎
何以未講一聲 就撇下我 回答吧

上次匆匆一別 還約了
結伴去 共你遇上那道橋
約定了 改不了
縱使 到此時你的心不再在跳
共你快將相會了 重回那一秒

如何回到當時 猶如情侶熱戀的那時
記憶可以 幻作一對蝴蝶飛舞在時光深處
荼薇紅過都變枯枝
血肉之軀會沒法保持
唯獨春天可以給記住

樓台又架起
含笑洞悉生死 越過另有天地
長眠沒有起
時間若推不翻 就化蝶去 遊故地

六呎荒土之下 還有你
約定了 下世共我更傳奇
最後那一口氣
吐出 我當時未講的一句 愛你
頓覺 遍體 輕如會飛

如何回到當時 猶如情侶熱戀的那時
記憶可以 幻作一對蝴蝶飛舞在時光深處
荼薇紅過都變枯枝
血肉之軀會沒法保持
蝴蝶苦戀花那魂魄也願意

如何回到當時 拿回時間逆轉的鑰匙
記憶可以 縱使此際神傷不已 亦曾經春至
凡人無法聽見的詩
種在心中 萬劫不移 我知

如何回到當時 猶如情侶熱戀的那時
記憶可以 幻作一對蝴蝶飛舞在雲海深處
荼薇紅過都變枯枝
血肉之軀 已沒有意思 靈魂也可共處

化蝶 - Live

No flowers on the grave
Let me clear away the sand and plant some with tears
Are you buried here?
Why didn't you tell me before you left me? Answer me.

When we said goodbye in a hurry last time, we made a plan.
We would meet again on that bridge.
We made a promise, and it cannot be broken,
Even though your heart has stopped beating.
I will soon meet you again, and we will go back to that moment.

How can I go back to that time, when we were lovers?
My memory can transform us into two butterflies, dancing in the depths of time.
The red camellias have faded and withered.
Our physical bodies cannot last forever.
But spring will always be remembered.

The tower is built again.
Smiling, I understand life and death, and see beyond this world.
There is no waking from this long sleep.
If I cannot turn back time, I will become a butterfly and visit our old haunts.

There you are, six feet under.
We promised to create a new legend together in our next life.
With my last breath,
I will finally say the words I never said: I love you.
Suddenly, I feel light as a feather, and I can fly.

How can I go back to that time, when we were lovers?
My memory can transform us into two butterflies, dancing in the depths of time.
The red camellias have faded and withered.
Our physical bodies cannot last forever.
But the butterfly's love for the flower is eternal, even in death.

How can I go back to that time, and take back the key that turned back time?
My memory can do it, even though I am heartbroken now. I can remember the springtime.
Mortals cannot hear the poetry of the soul.
But I know it is planted in my heart, and will never change.

How can I go back to that time, when we were lovers?
My memory can transform us into two butterflies, dancing in the depths of the clouds.
The red camellias have faded and withered.
Our physical bodies no longer matter. Our souls can still be together.