Текст и перевод песни 林明倫 - 從你回眸那天開始

從你回眸那天開始

每一次我走近 总是那么悄悄地
不敢使你讶异 让你发觉自己是幻影
每一次我唤你 总是那么细细地
不让寂寞听到 嘲笑我用温柔的声音
每一次我离去 总是那么轻轻地
不敢将你惊醒 让你发觉醒在我梦里
每一次我等你 总是那么静静地
不让光阴知道 安慰我用无言的嘘息
一个一个想你的日子 砌成一栋孤单的房子
我在上楼下楼开门关门 翻着抽屉寻着你名字
一个一个想你的日子 从你回眸而去那天开始
我的日记写成诗 诗的背后寻到你的名字
想着你的感觉 有如雨的缠绵
淋湿我的岁月 而我却依然不知不觉
想着你的感觉 有如风的缱绻
吹乱我的日夜 吹也吹不走你的容颜
一个一个想你的日子 砌成一栋孤单的房子
我在上楼下楼开门关门 翻着抽屉寻着你名字
一个一个想你的日子 从你回眸而去那天开始
我的日记写成诗 诗的背后寻到你的名字
想着你的感觉 有如雨的缠绵
淋湿我的岁月 而我却依然不知不觉
想着你的感觉 有如风的缱绻
吹乱我的日夜 吹也吹不走你的容颜
想着你的感觉 有如雨的缠绵
淋湿我的岁月 而我却依然不知不觉
想着你的感觉 有如风的缱绻
吹乱我的日夜 吹也吹不走你的容颜

From the day you looked back

Every time I get closer, always so quietly,
Afraid to surprise you, to make you realize that I'm an illusion.
Every time I call your name, always so softly,
Not letting loneliness hear, mocking me with a gentle voice.
Every time I leave, always so gently,
Afraid to wake you up, to make you realize that I'm in your dream.
Every time I wait for you, always so quietly,
Not letting time know, comforting me with silent whispers.
One by one, the days I think of you, build a lonely house.
I go upstairs and downstairs, open and close the door,翻着抽屉寻着你名字
One by one, the days I think of you, start from the day you looked back and left.
My diary is written as a poem, and your name is found behind the poem.
Thinking about you feels like the lingering of rain,
Soaking my years, yet I still remain oblivious.
Thinking about you feels like the caress of the wind,
Disrupting my days and nights, unable to blow away your face.
One by one, the days I think of you, build a lonely house.
I go upstairs and downstairs, open and close the door, 翻着抽屉寻着你名字
One by one, the days I think of you, start from the day you looked back and left.
My diary is written as a poem, and your name is found behind the poem.
Thinking about you feels like the lingering of rain,
Soaking my years, yet I still remain oblivious.
Thinking about you feels like the caress of the wind,
Disrupting my days and nights, unable to blow away your face.
Thinking about you feels like the lingering of rain,
Soaking my years, yet I still remain oblivious.
Thinking about you feels like the caress of the wind,
Disrupting my days and nights, unable to blow away your face.