Текст и перевод песни 陳詩慧 - 藍蝴蝶 - HKTV劇集: 驚異世紀 插曲

藍蝴蝶 - HKTV劇集: 驚異世紀 插曲

陳詩慧
藍蝴蝶
春風擦響花瓣 鮮花看似孤單
風吹散了花瓣 花瓣然後四散
鮮花看似習慣 一早慣了孤單
而且 怕冷 好不凄慘
鮮花滿佈花間 心底裡怎麼揀
當想到怎麼揀 可知為時已晚
風吹散愛便淡 花毀也太簡單
何必 要習慣 用眼淚在餘生沾濕花瓣
藍蝴蝶優雅在花間飛舞 紅玫瑰默然靜待被看到
明知不會共舞 花間幾多信徒 亦同步 每天盼禱
蝴蝶飛過但牠不知道 然而愛被無視混入糞土
難堪只怪命數 花朵都想到 情別流露 留在原地 看舞
鮮花滿佈花間 心底裡怎麼揀
當想到怎麼揀 可知為時已晚
得到某個頌讚 給採去會不返
何必 要習慣 用眼淚在餘生沾濕花瓣
藍蝴蝶優雅在花間飛舞 紅玫瑰默然靜待被看到
明知不會共舞 花間幾多信徒 想得美好 以致傷得更糟
或在眼裡被當是野草
藍蝴蝶優雅在花間飛舞 紅玫瑰默然靜待被看到
明知不會共舞 花間幾多信徒 亦同步 每天盼禱
蝴蝶飛過但牠不知道 然而愛被無視混入糞土
難堪只怪命數 花朵都想到 情別流露 留在原地 看舞

Blue Butterfly - HKTV Drama Series: Beyond Time OST

Chen Shihui
Blue Butterfly
The spring breeze rustles the petals, the flower seems lonely
The wind blows away the petals, which then scatter
The flower seems used to it, it's used to loneliness
Moreover, it's afraid of the cold, so pitiful
The flowers bloom in the garden, how to choose in my heart
When I think of how to choose, it's already too late
When the wind blows, love fades, and flowers wither too easily
Why must I get used to using tears to wet the petals for the rest of my life
The blue butterfly dances gracefully among the flowers, the red rose blooms silently waiting to be seen
Knowing that we will not dance together, how many believers are there among the flowers, and at the same time, every day pray
The butterfly flies by but it does not know, yet love gets ignored and mixed into the dirt
How embarrassing can it be just to blame fate, the flowers all think that feelings should not be revealed, staying in place to watch the dance
The flowers bloom in the garden, how to choose in my heart
When I think of how to choose, it's already too late
Receiving a certain compliment, going to get it will not return
Why must I get used to using tears to wet the petals for the rest of my life
The blue butterfly dances gracefully among the flowers, the red rose blooms silently waiting to be seen
Knowing that we will not dance together, how many believers are there among the flowers, believing it to be beautiful, so that it hurts even more
Or perhaps in their eyes, it is seen as a weed
The blue butterfly dances gracefully among the flowers, the red rose blooms silently waiting to be seen
Knowing that we will not dance together, how many believers are there among the flowers, and at the same time, every day pray
The butterfly flies by but it does not know, yet love gets ignored and mixed into the dirt
How embarrassing can it be just to blame fate, the flowers all think that feelings should not be revealed, staying in place to watch the dance