Genre: Pop, Singer-songwriter
Original spelling / Aliases: 孫燕姿, 孙燕姿, Sng Ee Tze
Wiki: https://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/孫燕姿

遇见

听见　冬天的离开
我在某年某月　醒过来
我想　我等　我期待
未来却不能因此安排

阴天　傍晚　车窗外
未来有一个人在等待
向左　向右　向前看
爱要拐几个弯才来

我遇见谁　会有怎样的对白
我等的人　他在多远的未来
我听见风来自地铁和人海
我排着队　拿着爱的号码牌

阴天　傍晚　车窗外
未来有一个人在等待
向左　向右　向前看
爱要拐几个弯才来

我遇见谁　会有怎样的对白
我等的人　他在多远的未来
我听见风来自地铁和人海
我排着队　拿着爱的号码牌

我往前飞　飞过一片时间海
我们也曾在爱情里受伤害
我看着路　梦的入口有点窄
我遇见你是最美的意外

终有一天　我的谜底会揭开

English #1 – The Moment

Listening to winter’s departure,
I awake in a certain month of a certain year.
I ponder, I wait, I hope,
But even so, the future can’t be planned.

Cloudy skies—evening—and outside the train car window,
Someone is waiting for me in the future.
Look to my left, to my right, and in front—
Love will make a few turns before coming.

Who will I meet? What conversations will we have?
How far into the future is the person I’m waiting for?
I listen to the wind, as it blows from the subway train and sea of people.
I wait in line, clutching my entrance ticket to love.

Cloudy skies—evening—and outside the train car window,
Someone is waiting for me in the future.
Look to my left, to my right, and in front—
Love will make a few turns before coming.

Who will I meet? What conversations will we have?
How far into the future is the person I’m waiting for?
I listen to the wind, as it from the subway train and sea of people.
I wait in line, clutching my entrance ticket to love.

I fly forwards, flying over the sea of time,
We both have been hurt by our past love.
I watch the path—the entrance to dreamland is a bit narrow,
But meeting you was the most beautiful coincidence.

I know one day, my riddle will be solved.

Submitted by wuhuahua089

English #2 – To Meet

I hear the winter leaving.
I wake up in some year, some month.
I think, I wait, I look forward to,
But that’s not how the future is arranged.

Cloudy sky, an evening, outside the car window.
There is a person waiting in the future.
To the left, to the right, to the front I look.
How many corners must love turns before it arrives?

Who will I meet, what are we going to say?
The person I’m waiting for, how far away is he in the future?
I hear the wind blowing from the subway and the crowd.
I’m standing in line, holding a number plate for love.

Cloudy sky, an evening, outside the car window.
There is a person waiting in the future.
To the left, to the right, to the front I look.
How many corners must love turns before it arrives?

Who will I meet, what are we going to say?
The person I’m waiting for, how far away is he in the future?
I hear the wind blowing from the subway and the crowd.
I’m standing in line, holding a number plate for love.

I keep flying and flew across a sea of time.
We both had been injured in love.
I’m watching the road, the entrance to the dream is a bit narrow.
Meeting you is the most beautiful accident.

One day, my riddle will unravel.

Submitted by lx512