其實(shí)你不懂我的心，

像夜色不懂燈影的輕，

舞步緩緩踏出舊日回音，

一步一停，都是曾經(jīng)。

我低頭不是害羞，是怕淚光太明，

你微笑不是回應(yīng)，是禮貌的剪影。

慢三步，三步慢，

轉(zhuǎn)身的距離，像一生那么長(zhǎng)那么冷。

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Remember the waltz we once whispered there,

Three beats to the breath of the moonlit air,

Silvered and slow, her hand lithe in mine.

Dreams spin like gowns on the worn marble floor,

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;

Love lingers, then glides through the half-open door,

Leaving its perfume one heartbeat more—

Tell her I’m hers, in the sway of the time.