Wan Zhu Sha Hua - 2011 Live in Hong Kong - 張敬軒 перевод на английский

Wan Zhu Sha Hua - 2011 Live in Hong Kong

夜已輕輕跨進窗
疲勞的小星倚在雲上
風中葉兒紛飛飄滿窗
換上當天的晚裝
塗唇膏仿佛當晚模樣
深宵獨行 盼遇路途上
像地上遺下廢紙張
給風吹進這心窗
願盡力忘掉卻再想
未淡忘熱浪留在我心上
他的眼光似夢樣 不禁令我想
他的臂彎散魅力 不禁又再想
當天夜靜月亮望著我倆漸進夢鄉
蔓珠莎華 舊日艷麗已盡放
蔓珠莎華 枯乾髮上
花不再香 但美麗心中一再想
夜已輕輕跨進窗
疲勞的小星倚在雲上
風中葉兒紛飛飄滿窗
換上當天的晚裝
塗唇膏仿佛當晚模樣
深宵獨行 盼遇路途上
像地上遺下廢紙張
給風吹進這心窗
願盡力忘掉卻再想
未淡忘熱浪留在我心上
他的臂彎似夢樣 不禁令我想
他的眼光散魅力 不禁又再想
當天夜靜月亮望著我倆漸進夢鄉
蔓珠莎華 舊日艷麗已盡放
蔓珠莎華 枯乾髮上
花不再香 但美麗心中一再想
蔓珠莎華 舊日艷麗已盡放
蔓珠莎華 枯乾髮上
花不再香 但美麗心中一再想

Wan Zhu Sha Hua - 2011 Live in Hong Kong

The night has gently stepped into the window
The weary little stars lean on the clouds
In the wind, the leaves fly and fill the window
I put on the evening dress of that day
Applying lipstick as if it was that night
Walking alone in the late night, hoping to meet on the road
Like a piece of waste paper left on the ground
Blown by the wind into the window of my heart
I try my best to forget, but I think about it again
The heat wave that I can't forget remains in my heart
His eyes are like a dream, making me think
His arms are so charming, making me think again
That night, the moon quietly watched as we gradually entered the dreamland
Red spider lily, your old beauty has bloomed
Red spider lily, on my withered hair
The flowers are no longer fragrant, but I keep thinking about the beauty in my heart
The night has gently stepped into the window
The weary little stars lean on the clouds
In the wind, the leaves fly and fill the window
I put on the evening dress of that day
Applying lipstick as if it was that night
Walking alone in the late night, hoping to meet on the road
Like a piece of waste paper left on the ground
Blown by the wind into the window of my heart
I try my best to forget, but I think about it again
The heat wave that I can't forget remains in my heart
His arms are like a dream, making me think
His eyes are so charming, making me think again
That night, the moon quietly watched as we gradually entered the dreamland
Red spider lily, your old beauty has bloomed
Red spider lily, on my withered hair
The flowers are no longer fragrant, but I keep thinking about the beauty in my heart
Red spider lily, your old beauty has bloomed
Red spider lily, on my withered hair
The flowers are no longer fragrant, but I keep thinking about the beauty in my heart