Loving no more is one kind of love

Back to English, but still with sadness, and a new broken heart. Another Mandarin song, 不爱了也是一种爱 | Bù àile yě shì yī zhǒng ài, "Loving no more is also a kind of love", translated to English partly on 27/3/19 and partly on 28. Let's see!

口白 女：喂 难：我们分手吧！ 女：为……为什么？ 难：我爱上别人 独自 走到你我相遇咖啡馆 记忆 早已不在这里转 熟悉位置空出一半 一个人有很舒服的宽 你不在 就像画的留白 走过 分手路口不会再拐弯 曾经 伤心对白也风轻云淡 ＊当承诺变承担 把期待等成了心酸 终于明白 放手才会是 最好的慷慨 ＃原来不爱了也是一种爱 原来心痛也能被温柔对待 阳光透进来 把心打开 用释怀换个灿烂 不恨了也是一种爱 祝福没有想像那么难 在爱情的转弯 天空依然还是 那么蔚蓝 ＊ ＃ 相爱总是那么的困难 不爱也难 人就是要这样 走过来 ＃

Kǒu bái Nǚ: Wèi Nán: Wǒmen fēnshǒu ba! Nǚ: Wèi……wèishéme? Nán: Wǒ ài shàng biérén Dúzì Zǒu dào nǐ wǒ xiāngyù kāfēiguǎn Jìyì Zǎoyǐ bù zài zhèlǐ zhuǎn Shúxī wèizhì kōng chū yībàn Yīgèrén yǒu hěn shūfú de kuān Nǐ bù zài Jiùxiàng huà de liúbái Zǒuguò Fēnshǒu lùkǒu bù huì zài guǎiwān Céngjīng Shāngxīn duìbái yě fēngqīngyúndàn * Dāng chéngnuò biàn chéngdān Bǎ qídài děng chéngle xīnsuān Zhōngyú míngbái Fàngshǒu cái huì shì Zuì hǎo de kāngkǎi # Yuánlái bu àile yě shì yī zhǒng ài Yuánlái xīntòng yě néng bèi wēnróu duìdài Yángguāng tòu jìnlái Bǎ xīn dǎkāi Yòng shìhuái huàn gè cànlàn Bù hènle yě shì yī zhǒng ài Zhùfú méiyǒu xiǎngxiàng nàme nán Zài àiqíng de zhuǎnwān Tiānkōng yīrán háishì Nàme wèilán * # Xiāng'ài zǒng shì nàme de kùnnán Bù ài yě nán Rén jiù shì yào zhèyàng Zǒu guòlái #

Spoken
Woman: Hello
Man: Let’s break up!
Woman: Wh…why?
Man: I’m in love with someone else

Alone
To the café where we met I go
My thoughts
Are already far now though
With our familiarity
Half-gone, I'm comfortable when lonely
You're not here
Feels like that's meant to be

We’ve gone
Down the path of breakup, won't turn ’round
Our sky
When we were sad still would with light abound
* When promises burden you
And waiting turns so bitter too
Then well you see
That breaking up might
The greatest of gifts be

＃ Loving no more is still one kind of love
Heartache as well can be handled with tenderness
By letting light in,
Heart wide open,
Not think of it to make things bright
Not hating is one kind of love
Did not think wishing well would be so hard
While love keeps turning too,
The sky above is still
Such a deep blue

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Loving always is a hard hard thing,
Just like not loving
People want to just be
Passersby

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