又见炊烟 - 羅文 перевод на английский

又见炊烟

归鸦点点 轻轻几缕炊烟
夕照满稻田 旧梦又似是几缕炊烟
又怕已飘远 望见炊烟 想起夕照里相见
愿见当初的她今天不变 别后梦回
炊烟满天 再见旧人 痴爱尽献
我要与你风中抱拥 我要与你风中诉愿
丝丝炊烟 丝丝爱恋 淡淡没有断
愿这风 吹它不断 丝丝炊烟 轻轻飘上天
夕照里相见似断又连 丝丝炊烟比爱恋
爱共情 愿永远
归鸦点点 轻轻几缕炊烟
夕照满稻田 旧梦又似是几缕炊烟
又怕已飘远 望见炊烟 想起夕照里相见
愿见当初的她今天不变 别后梦回
炊烟满天 再见旧人 痴爱尽献
我要与你风中抱拥 我要与你风中诉愿
丝丝炊烟 丝丝爱恋 淡淡没有断
愿这风 吹它不断 丝丝炊烟 轻轻飘上天
夕照里相见似断又连 丝丝炊烟比爱恋
爱共情 愿永远

Smoke Again

Returning crows dot the sky with their flight,A few wisps of smoke rise gently into the air.
The setting sun fills the rice fields with its golden light,Old dreams seem like wisps of smoke that linger in the air.
I fear they have already drifted far away,But when I see the smoke, I am reminded of our meeting under the setting sun.
I wish to see her again, unchanged from the day we first met,Even after all these years of separation, my dreams are filled with her.
Smoke fills the sky, and I am reunited with my old love,My heart overflows with passion.
I want to hold you in my arms amidst the wind,I want to whisper my desires to you in the wind.
Wisps of smoke, wisps of love,Fading but never gone.
May this wind never cease to blow,Carrying wisps of smoke gently up into the sky.
Our meeting under the setting sun, a connection both broken and restored,Wisps of smoke, more precious than love itself.
Love and longing, may they last forever.
Returning crows dot the sky with their flight,A few wisps of smoke rise gently into the air.
The setting sun fills the rice fields with its golden light,Old dreams seem like wisps of smoke that linger in the air.
I fear they have already drifted far away,But when I see the smoke, I am reminded of our meeting under the setting sun.
I wish to see her again, unchanged from the day we first met,Even after all these years of separation, my dreams are filled with her.
Smoke fills the sky, and I am reunited with my old love,My heart overflows with passion.
I want to hold you in my arms amidst the wind,I want to whisper my desires to you in the wind.
Wisps of smoke, wisps of love,Fading but never gone.
May this wind never cease to blow,Carrying wisps of smoke gently up into the sky.
Our meeting under the setting sun, a connection both broken and restored,Wisps of smoke, more precious than love itself.
Love and longing, may they last forever.