The Thread Around My Hand

这次以 Flamenco 与 Bolero 融合，重新演绎《我不相信那条线》的英文版。西班牙吉他的扫弦，Bolero 缓慢摇曳的节奏、手拍克制的 cajón 鼓点，低音提琴托住深沉的男声，小提琴偶尔穿插回应。贴耳私密展开节制，理智与欲望各自发声。保留原声乐器的温度，也带著现代制作的细致与清晰。

故事仍然从月老的红线。老人不只是牵线，耐心梳理、绑紧或松开，再让他们重新回到人间。

如果注定相遇，我们已经遇见。其他的你们自己发展。

https://youtu.be/KJ4wkNNARqo

Someone tied a thread around my hand
Long before I knew your name
No map, no vow, no promised land
Just something pulling all the same

I followed it through crowded rooms
Through winter streets and borrowed beds
Past every almost, every soon
Until it tangled where you stood

You looked at me
As if you knew
How far that little line had come

I touched your hand
(juste un instant)
And thought the searching had been done

Someone tied a thread around my hand
But never said where it would end
I followed red across the years
And found you, but not to keep

So keep the knot, I'll keep the scar
(Reste encore, viens un peu plus près)
If we were meant to meet, then we did
No one said we had to stay

There must be someone gathering
The threads we leave behind
A patient old man somewhere
Untying yours from mine

Perhaps he knows what lovers learn
A little later than they should
That every road that brought you here
Doesn't mean you'll stay

You held me close
(un peu trop près)
Your breath was warm against my skin

I should have moved
You should have too
But neither one of us did

Someone tied a thread around my hand
But never said where it would end
I followed red across the years
And found you, but not to keep

So keep the knot, I'll keep the scar
(Ne dis rien, rapproche-toi)
If we were meant to meet, then we did
No one said we had to stay

Maybe love was never wrong
Maybe we just asked too much
For one small thread to carry
All the weight of us

(Encore un peu)
(pas assez pour promettre)
(juste assez pour regretter)

I don't need to cut it now
I don't need to know
Which one of us let go

(Une minute encore)
(laisse-moi te regarder)
(comme si tu allais rester)

There's still a thread around my hand
Faded now, but there it is
I used to think it led to you
It only led me here

Not every knot becomes a home
Not every hand is ours to hold
If we were meant to meet, then we did
And maybe that was all

Somewhere an old man gathers red
From all the loves that came and went

He doesn't ask who broke whose heart
He only ties the loose ends
And sends us out again

(Bonne nuit, mon presque amour)
(Ne te retourne pas)