Текст и перевод песни 蔡楓華 - 也許

也許

懶懶風扇 不經意地打轉
風輕也軟 像我舊記憶一串
沒有太刻意 追憶往日的你
你郤飄至 在心中打轉
我再跟你 披起往事千串
飄得遠遠 沒有辦法算出多遠
但你我不見 匆匆已十多季
我怎麼會 仍隱隱依戀
也許當天的痴未完
想講的講未完
曾被迫吹熄的火
也許未全熄去 仍溫暖
也許所戀的戀未完
唯盪進淡淡記憶中
不捨去 在打轉 在轉
也許當天的痴未完
想講的講未完 曾被迫吹熄的火
也許未全熄去 仍溫暖
也許所戀的戀
唯盪進淡淡記憶中
不捨去 在打轉 在轉
我再跟你 披起往事千串
飄得遠遠 沒有辦法算出多遠
但你我不見 匆匆已十多季
我怎麼會 仍隱隱依戀
也許當天的痴未完
想講的講未完
曾被迫吹熄的火
也許未全熄去 仍溫暖
也許所戀的戀未完
唯盪進淡淡記憶中
不捨去 在打轉 在轉
也許當天的痴未完
想講的講未完
曾被迫吹熄的火
也許未全熄去 仍溫暖
也許所戀的戀未完
唯盪進淡淡記憶中
不捨去 在打轉 在轉

Perhaps

The lazy fan spins inadvertently,
The wind, light and soft, like a string of old memories of mine.
I don't deliberately try to recall you from the past,
But you drift by, spinning in my heart.
I, once again, drape myself with thousands of strands of the past with you,
Drifting far, far away, unable to calculate the distance.
But we haven't seen each other, in a hurry, for over ten seasons.
How is it that I still secretly yearn?
Perhaps the infatuation of that day is not over,
The things I wanted to say remain unspoken.
The flame that was forced to be extinguished,
Perhaps it hasn't been completely put out, still warm.
Perhaps the love I felt is not over,
Only swaying into faint memories,
Unwilling to let go, spinning, turning.
Perhaps the infatuation of that day is not over,
The things I wanted to say remain unspoken, the flame that was forced to be extinguished,
Perhaps it hasn't been completely put out, still warm.
Perhaps the love I felt
Only swaying into faint memories,
Unwilling to let go, spinning, turning.
I, once again, drape myself with thousands of strands of the past with you,
Drifting far, far away, unable to calculate the distance.
But we haven't seen each other, in a hurry, for over ten seasons.
How is it that I still secretly yearn?
Perhaps the infatuation of that day is not over,
The things I wanted to say remain unspoken,
The flame that was forced to be extinguished,
Perhaps it hasn't been completely put out, still warm.
Perhaps the love I felt is not over,
Only swaying into faint memories,
Unwilling to let go, spinning, turning.
Perhaps the infatuation of that day is not over,
The things I wanted to say remain unspoken,
The flame that was forced to be extinguished,
Perhaps it hasn't been completely put out, still warm.
Perhaps the love I felt is not over,
Only swaying into faint memories,
Unwilling to let go, spinning, turning.