Saturday, January 1, 2011

Kou Dai 口袋 - Landy Wen 溫嵐

記憶會說話 思念在發芽 微風催促一地落葉歸去啊 
貝殼戀著家 魚兒游水啊 剩我這念舊的巨蟹踩著沙

熟悉的對白 我雖然說了出來 
感覺開始回來 開始又回來

這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛 
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖 
記得你愛把我的手 放進你的口袋
將心裡的溫度還存在 在指間徘徊 

這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛 
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖
我會慢慢學著勇敢 慢慢學著取暖 
如果覺得冷 放自己口袋

熟悉的對白 我雖然說了出來 
感覺開始回來 開始又回來

這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛 
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖 
記得你愛把我的手 放進你的口袋
將心裡的溫度還存在 在指間徘徊 

這些日子以來 偶爾會想起你的愛 
面對這回憶依然還是溫暖
我會慢慢學著勇敢 慢慢學著取暖 
如果覺得冷 放自己口袋

你的溫暖我會藏起來 

記憶會說話 思念在發芽 微風催促一地落葉歸去啊
貝殼戀著家 魚兒游水啊 剩我一個人踩著沙 歌詞糾錯

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Memories have voices [literally: memories can speak],
(The feeling of) missing you is budding,
The breeze blows through, scattering the ground with leaves

The seashell thinks of home,
the little fish swims about,
leaving me, this nostalgic crab, prancing around on the sand

Familiar conversations,
even though I've said it aloud
The feelings start to come back,
starting and coming back

All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I remember how you love putting my hand, into your pockets
Placing the warmth in your heart, and letting it linger on between my fingers

All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I will gradually learn to be strong,
I will gradually learn how to keep warm
When I'm feeling cold, I'll use my own pocket

Familiar conversations,
even though I've said it aloud
The feelings start to come back,
starting and coming back

All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I remember how you love putting my hand, into your pockets
Placing the warmth in your heart, and letting it linger on between my fingers

All this time,
I've occasionally thought of your love (for me)
I still feel a certain warmth when facing these memories
I will gradually learn to be strong,
I will gradually learn how to keep warm
When I'm feeling cold, I'll use my own pocket

Your warmth, I will hide it up

Memories have voices [literally: memories can speak],
(The feeling of) missing you is budding,
The breeze blows through, scattering the ground with leaves

The seashell thinks of home,
the little fish swims about,
leaving me, this nostalgic crab, prancing around on the sand

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