花園裡的季節

[Chorus 1]
Let’s just call this a beautiful misunderstanding,
Leaving each other behind in a warm season.
Let the longing for the wind linger by the irises;
There will always be fragments left to savor.
When the wings of a pair of butterflies are torn,
They can never return to their original perfection.
Like a glass cup molded from nothing but mud,
It shatters at the slightest touch.
[Verse 1]
If the story could start all over again,
I would resolutely press the pause button.
If time could flow back to how it used to be,
Let the ending be frozen on this very day.
We once looked up at the same blue sky,
And shared the same garden.
Even if time changes who we are,
I’d still want to say, "It’s been a long time."
[Chorus 2]
Let’s just call this a beautiful misunderstanding,
Leaving each other behind in a warm season.
Let the longing for the wind linger by the irises;
There will always be fragments left to savor.
When the wings of a pair of butterflies are torn,
They can never return to their original perfection.
Like a glass cup molded from nothing but mud,
It shatters at the slightest touch.
[Bridge]
The cicada guards the summer night with its life,
Winter snow will eventually bury the fallen leaves.
The swallow clips the tail of winter,
Returning to the season where it all began.
[Chorus 3]
Let’s just call this a beautiful misunderstanding,
Leaving each other behind in a warm season.
Let the longing for the wind linger by the irises;
There will always be fragments left to savor.
When the wings of a pair of butterflies are torn,
They can never return to their original perfection.
Like a glass cup molded from nothing but mud,
It shatters at the slightest touch.

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[Chorus1] 就當這是一個美麗的誤解留彼此在溫暖的季節讓鳶尾花旁有逐風的眷戀總有一些片段可以回味當一對蝴蝶的翅膀已殘缺再回不到原來的完美像泥土堆砌起來的玻璃杯輕輕觸碰就會粉碎 [Verse1] 若是故事能重來一遍我會堅決按下暫停鍵時光還可以回到像從前結局定格這一天我們曾仰望同個藍天也曾共處在一片花園就算你我因時間會改變仍想說一句好久不見 [Chorus2] 就當這是一個美麗的誤解留彼此在溫暖的季節讓鳶尾花旁有逐風的眷戀總有一些片段可以回味當一對蝴蝶的翅膀已殘缺再回不到原來的完美像泥土堆砌起來的玻璃杯輕輕觸碰就會粉碎 [solo] [Bridge] 蟬用生命守候夏夜冬雪終會掩沒落葉家燕剪斷冬天的尾回到最初的季節 [Chorus3 就當這是一個美麗的誤解留彼此在溫暖的季節讓鳶尾花旁有逐風的眷戀總有一些片段可以回味當一對蝴蝶的翅膀已殘缺再回不到原來的完美像泥土堆砌起來的玻璃杯輕輕觸碰就會粉碎 [Chorus 1] Let’s just call this a beautiful misunderstanding, Leaving each other behind in a warm season. Let the longing for the wind linger by the irises; There will always be fragments left to savor. When the wings of a pair of butterflies are torn, They can never return to their original perfection. Like a glass cup molded from nothing but mud, It shatters at the slightest touch. [Verse 1] If the story could start all over again, I would resolutely press the pause button. If time could flow back to how it used to be, Let the ending be frozen on this very day. We once looked up at the same blue sky, And shared the same garden. Even if time changes who we are, I’d still want to say, "It’s been a long time." [Chorus 2] Let’s just call this a beautiful misunderstanding, Leaving each other behind in a warm season. Let the longing for the wind linger by the irises; There will always be fragments left to savor. When the wings of a pair of butterflies are torn, They can never return to their original perfection. Like a glass cup molded from nothing but mud, It shatters at the slightest touch. [Bridge] The cicada guards the summer night with its life, Winter snow will eventually bury the fallen leaves. The swallow clips the tail of winter, Returning to the season where it all began. [Chorus 3] Let’s just call this a beautiful misunderstanding, Leaving each other behind in a warm season. Let the longing for the wind linger by the irises; There will always be fragments left to savor. When the wings of a pair of butterflies are torn, They can never return to their original perfection. Like a glass cup molded from nothing but mud, It shatters at the slightest touch.

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