Текст и перевод песни 古巨基 - 花不痛

花不痛

公園中小娃娃哭得嗓子也破
為什麼他也有苦楚
車廂中一把嬌小的飲泣聱擦過
或為想起 過去愛錯

到處有故事動人為何淚水 成河
其實因果只有我們清楚

花舞花落花不痛 放輕鬆 放輕鬆
天暗天亮天不痛 太高深 怎形容
心痛因為心肯痛 未看通 日後會懂
願我心 能似繪本 紅與黑畫筆可操縱

推車的小販仆倒小腿都擦破
為什麼他笑笑帶過
機艙中想起這些終於想到了我
日夜擔心 那裡有錯

世界最困惑愁煩何曾是我 為何
其實想怎麼過太難觸摸

花舞花落花不痛 放輕鬆 放輕鬆
天暗天亮天不痛 太高深 怎形容
心痛因為心肯痛 未看通 日後會懂
願我心 能似繪本 紅與黑畫筆可操縱

為何含辛如苦
並沒甚麼原故
甜或甘 任我估

花舞花落花不痛 放輕鬆 放輕鬆
天暗天亮天不痛 太高深 怎形容
心痛因為心肯痛 未看通 日後會懂
願我心 能似繪本 紅與黑畫筆可操縱

風細風大風不懂
星遠星近極難懂 太高深 不必懂
心痛因為心肯痛 未看通 日後會懂
願我心 能似繪本 紅與黑畫筆可操縱

Flower's Not Sore

A little baby cries hoarsely in the park
Why does he also have bitterness?
A petite weepers rubbing ears in the carriage
Or for remembering a love mistake in past

There are touching stories everywhere, why the tears become a river?
Actually, the cause and effect are only clear to us.

Flower dance and fall yet the flower is not sore. Relax, relax.
The sky darkens and brightens but the sky is not sore. How to describe it, which is too profound?
My heart aches because it is willing to ache. If I am not open-minded, I will understand it in the future.
May my heart be like a picture book, where the red and black paintbrushes can be controlled.

The vendor with a pushcart falls and his calf is scratched.
Why does he laugh it off?
Thinking of these in the cabin, I finally understand myself.
Worrying day and night about making mistakes.

The world’s greatest confusion and worry have never been mine. Why?
Actually, it’s too hard to reach out and touch how I want to live.

Flower dance and fall yet the flower is not sore. Relax, relax.
The sky darkens and brightens but the sky is not sore. How to describe it, which is too profound?
My heart aches because it is willing to ache. If I am not open-minded, I will understand it in the future.
May my heart be like a picture book, where the red and black paintbrushes can be controlled.

Why suffer?
There is actually no reason.
Sweet or bitter? I can decide myself.

Flower dance and fall yet the flower is not sore. Relax, relax.
The sky darkens and brightens but the sky is not sore. How to describe it, which is too profound?
My heart aches because it is willing to ache. If I am not open-minded, I will understand it in the future.
May my heart be like a picture book, where the red and black paintbrushes can be controlled.

Wind weak, wind strong. The wind does not understand.
Stars far, stars near. They are very hard to understand. Too profound. No need to understand.
My heart aches because it is willing to ache. If I am not open-minded, I will understand it in the future.
May my heart be like a picture book, where the red and black paintbrushes can be controlled.