Текст и перевод песни 張杰 - 如歌(伴奏)

如歌(伴奏)

謝時間拈了眉頭的霜花
謝滄桑 餵飽思念的馬
謝綿長情話 投射了天涯
帶我去小小紅塵醉一下
謝那句再見讓你害怕
謝狹路 讓相逢不能罷
謝月的缺乏 常訴在臥榻
謝風沙 吹成年華
若遺憾是遺憾 若故事沒說完
回頭看 梨花已落千山
我至少聽過 你說的喜歡
像涓涓溫柔途經過百川
若遺憾遺憾 若心酸心酸
又不是非要圓滿
來年秋風亂 笑看紅葉轉
深情 只好 淺談
謝那句再見讓你害怕
謝狹路 讓相逢不能罷
謝月的缺乏 常訴在臥榻
謝風沙 吹成年華
若遺憾是遺憾 若故事沒說完
回頭看 梨花已落千山
我至少聽過 你說的喜歡
像涓涓溫柔途經過百川
若遺憾遺憾 若心酸心酸
又不是非要圓滿
來年秋風亂 笑看紅葉轉
深情 只好 淺談
若遺憾是遺憾 若故事沒說完
回頭看 梨花已落千山
我至少聽過 你說的喜歡
像涓涓溫柔途經過百川
若遺憾遺憾 若心酸心酸
又不是非要圓滿
來年秋風亂 笑看紅葉轉
深情 只好 淺談

Like a Song (Instrumental)

Thank you, time, for the frost on my brows,
Thank you, vicissitudes, for feeding the horse of longing,
Thank you, long whispers of love, projected onto the horizon,
Taking me to the small, dusty world to get drunk for a while.
Thank you, that goodbye that made you afraid,
Thank you, narrow road, that made our meeting inevitable,
Thank you, the lack of moonlight, often spoken of on the bed,
Thank you, wind and sand, that have blown into the years.
If regret is regret, if the story is not finished,
Looking back, pear blossoms have fallen all over the mountains.
At least I have heard you say you like me,
Like a gentle stream flowing through hundreds of rivers.
If regret is regret, if sadness is sadness,
It doesn't have to be perfect.
Next year, the autumn wind will be chaotic, laughing at the red leaves turning,
Deep feelings, I can only speak of them lightly.
Thank you, that goodbye that made you afraid,
Thank you, narrow road, that made our meeting inevitable,
Thank you, the lack of moonlight, often spoken of on the bed,
Thank you, wind and sand, that have blown into the years.
If regret is regret, if the story is not finished,
Looking back, pear blossoms have fallen all over the mountains.
At least I have heard you say you like me,
Like a gentle stream flowing through hundreds of rivers.
If regret is regret, if sadness is sadness,
It doesn't have to be perfect.
Next year, the autumn wind will be chaotic, laughing at the red leaves turning,
Deep feelings, I can only speak of them lightly.
If regret is regret, if the story is not finished,
Looking back, pear blossoms have fallen all over the mountains.
At least I have heard you say you like me,
Like a gentle stream flowing through hundreds of rivers.
If regret is regret, if sadness is sadness,
It doesn't have to be perfect.
Next year, the autumn wind will be chaotic, laughing at the red leaves turning,
Deep feelings, I can only speak of them lightly.