Текст и перевод песни 周慧敏 - 红叶落索的时候

红叶落索的时候

歌名: 红叶落索的时候
演唱: 周慧敏
每次寂寞 家中某角
重头再看你欣赏的好一本著作
后记中写 秋心是愁
这篇小说防悲曲独奏
想起你我在秋季的街角分手
片片叶落 街中转角
原来季节已转换冰冷的感觉
问情义多久 叫做曾拥有
仍未看得透 你不亲口解释为何走
愁 如红叶落索的时候
悲伤在停留 一堆堆思念仍未够
过后仍是愁 常记起热吻的时候
只想到白头 思想身躯犹如木偶
你知否 快乐似叶絮飘走
每次泪落 点点眼角
如蒙上眼伸出双手花一生探索
如蒙上眼伸出双手花一生探索
问情义多久 叫做曾拥有
仍未看得透 你不亲口解释为何走
愁 如红叶落索的时候
悲伤在停留 一堆堆思念仍未够
过后仍是愁 常记起热吻的时候
只想到白头 思想身躯犹如木偶
你知否 快乐似叶絮飘走
愁 如红叶落索的时候
悲伤在停留 一堆堆思念仍未够
过后仍是愁 常记起热吻的时候
只想到白头 思想身躯犹如木偶
你知否 快乐似叶絮飘走

When the Red Leaves Fall

Song: When the Red Leaves Fall
Sung by: Vivien Chow
Every time I'm lonely, in a corner of my home
I'll start rereading that wonderful book you gave me
In the postscript it says, "Autumn heart is heavy with sorrow"
This novel is a mournful solo
I remember when you and I broke up on an autumn street corner
Fallen leaves, street corners
I see that the seasons have changed to a cold feeling
I ask how long a love lasts to be considered "once had"
I still don't understand why you left without explaining it to me in person
Sorrow, like when the red leaves fall
Sadness lingers, piles of longing are still not enough
Afterwards, there is still sorrow, often remembering the time we kissed passionately
I only thought of growing old together, my mind and body like a puppet
Do you know that happiness drifts away like cottonwood fluff?
Every time I cry, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes
Like being blindfolded, reaching out with my hands, spending my whole life exploring
Like being blindfolded, reaching out with my hands, spending my whole life exploring
I ask how long a love lasts to be considered "once had"
I still don't understand why you left without explaining it to me in person
Sorrow, like when the red leaves fall
Sadness lingers, piles of longing are still not enough
Afterwards, there is still sorrow, often remembering the time we kissed passionately
I only thought of growing old together, my mind and body like a puppet
Do you know that happiness drifts away like cottonwood fluff?
Sorrow, like when the red leaves fall
Sadness lingers, piles of longing are still not enough
Afterwards, there is still sorrow, often remembering the time we kissed passionately
I only thought of growing old together, my mind and body like a puppet
Do you know that happiness drifts away like cottonwood fluff?