Текст и перевод песни 甄妮 - 一份真 - 國

一份真 - 國

Music
黑夜里只剩我一个人 独自去面对爱的伤痕
点一盏灯温暖寂寞的人 有一些往事最好别问
我从不害怕聚散离分 也从不强求留住缘分
用一份真 和喜爱我的人
在感情世界里浮浮沉沉
Music
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是磨人
再也不能平淡过一生
Music
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是残忍
夜深人静 只能一个人 数着伤痕
黑夜里只剩我一个人 独自去面对爱的伤痕
点一盏灯温暖寂寞的人 有一些往事最好别问
我从不害怕聚散离分 也从不强求留住缘分
用一份真 和喜爱我的人
在感情世界里浮浮沉沉
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是磨人
再也不能平淡过一生
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是残忍
夜深人静 只能一个人 数着伤痕
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是磨人
再也不能平淡过一生
Music
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是残忍
夜深人静 只能一个人 数着伤痕
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是磨人
再也不能平淡过一生
Music
爱的那么真 伤的那么深 这种感觉最是残忍
夜深人静 只能一个人 数着伤痕

一份真 - English

Music
In the black night, I'm all alone, facing the wounds of love all by myself.
I light a lamp to warm the lonely soul. There are some past events that are best left unasked.
I'm never afraid of separations or reunions, nor do I insist on keeping fate.
With a genuine heart, I'll be with the one who loves me,
Floating in the world of emotions.
Music
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the most tormenting.
I can no longer live a life of mediocrity.
Music
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the cruelest.
In the dead of night, I can only count my wounds alone.
In the black night, I'm all alone, facing the wounds of love all by myself.
I light a lamp to warm the lonely soul. There are some past events that are best left unasked.
I'm never afraid of separations or reunions, nor do I insist on keeping fate.
With a genuine heart, I'll be with the one who loves me,
Floating in the world of emotions.
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the most tormenting.
I can no longer live a life of mediocrity.
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the cruelest.
In the dead of night, I can only count my wounds alone.
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the most tormenting.
I can no longer live a life of mediocrity.
Music
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the cruelest.
In the dead of night, I can only count my wounds alone.
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the most tormenting.
I can no longer live a life of mediocrity.
Music
Loving so deeply, hurting so much, this feeling is the cruelest.
In the dead of night, I can only count my wounds alone.