Текст и перевод песни 秀蘭瑪雅 - 情未了

情未了

秀兰玛雅 - 女人梦花
★ 制作
人讲女人亲像花 花开花谢总有时
日出日落等春天 惜花的人治刀位
人讲人生一齣戏 有人幸福有人悲
花蕊落土无香味 随风飘零变孤枝
啊 女人花 女人亲像花
花开红红为谁水 惦在风中飞
酸风冻露水 上惊堵到无情天
啊 女人花 女人亲像花
人情冷暖情為贵 身在红尘中
一生梦难圆 青春消失花离枝
人讲女人亲像花 花开花谢总有时
日出日落等春天 惜花的人治刀位
人讲人生一齣戏 有人幸福有人悲
花蕊落土无香味 随风飘零变孤枝
啊 女人花 女人亲像花
花开红红为谁水 惦在风中飞
酸风冻露水 上惊堵到无情天
啊 女人花 女人亲像花
人情冷暖情為贵 身在红尘中
一生梦难圆 青春消失花离枝
啊 女人花 女人亲像花
花开红红为谁水 惦在风中飞
酸风冻露水 上惊堵到无情天
啊 女人花 女人亲像花
人情冷暖情為贵 身在红尘中
一生梦难圆 青春消失花离枝

Unfulfilled Love

You Lan Maya - Woman's Dream Flower
★ Production
People say women are like flowers, blooming and withering with the seasons.
Sunrise and sunset await the spring, and those who cherish the flower will guard it with their lives.
People say life is a play, with some happy and some sad.
A flower's petals fall without fragrance, carried by the wind to become a lonely branch.
Oh, flower of a woman, a woman is like a flower.
In full bloom, for whom do you bloom? Held in the wind, you fly.
Cold winds and morning dew, you brave the unfeeling skies.
Oh, flower of a woman, a woman is like a flower.
Human warmth and sentiment are precious, though we dwell in the mortal world.
Dreams are hard to fulfill, youth fades, and the flower leaves its branch.
People say women are like flowers, blooming and withering with the seasons.
Sunrise and sunset await the spring, and those who cherish the flower will guard it with their lives.
People say life is a play, with some happy and some sad.
A flower's petals fall without fragrance, carried by the wind to become a lonely branch.
Oh, flower of a woman, a woman is like a flower.
In full bloom, for whom do you bloom? Held in the wind, you fly.
Cold winds and morning dew, you brave the unfeeling skies.
Oh, flower of a woman, a woman is like a flower.
Human warmth and sentiment are precious, though we dwell in the mortal world.
Dreams are hard to fulfill, youth fades, and the flower leaves its branch.
Oh, flower of a woman, a woman is like a flower.
In full bloom, for whom do you bloom? Held in the wind, you fly.
Cold winds and morning dew, you brave the unfeeling skies.
Oh, flower of a woman, a woman is like a flower.
Human warmth and sentiment are precious, though we dwell in the mortal world.
Dreams are hard to fulfill, youth fades, and the flower leaves its branch.