Текст и перевод песни 張杰 - 如歌

如歌

謝時間拈了眉頭的霜花
謝滄桑 喂飽思念的馬
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

Thank you, time, for the frost upon your brow,
Thank you,滄桑, for feeding the horse of longing,
Thank you, endless love words, for projecting to the horizon,
Take me to the little red dust to get drunk for a while.

Thank you, that goodbye that made you afraid,
Thank you, narrow road, for making our meeting inevitable,
Thank you, the lack of the moon, always complaining in bed,
Thank you, wind and sand, for blowing into time.

If regret is regret, if the story is not finished,
Looking back, pear blossoms have fallen thousands of mountains,
At least I heard you say you like me,
Like a gentle stream passing through hundreds of rivers.

If regret is regret, if heartache is heartache,
It doesn't have to be perfect,
Next year, the autumn wind will be chaotic, laughing at the red leaves turning,
Deep love, only shallow talk.

Thank you, that goodbye that made you afraid,
Thank you, narrow road, for making our meeting inevitable,
Thank you, the lack of the moon, always complaining in bed,
Thank you, wind and sand, for blowing into time.

If regret is regret, if the story is not finished,
Looking back, pear blossoms have fallen thousands of mountains,
At least I heard you say you like me,
Like a gentle stream passing through hundreds of rivers.

If regret is regret, if heartache is heartache,
It doesn't have to be perfect,
Next year, the autumn wind will be chaotic, laughing at the red leaves turning,
Deep love, only shallow talk.

If regret is regret, if the story is not finished,
Looking back, pear blossoms have fallen thousands of mountains,
At least I heard you say you like me,
Like a gentle stream passing through hundreds of rivers.

If regret is regret, if heartache is heartache,
It doesn't have to be perfect,
Next year, the autumn wind will be chaotic, laughing at the red leaves turning,
Deep love, only shallow talk.