四月物語 (April Whispers) Lyrics – 林家謙 Terence Lam

四月物語 (April Whispers) Lyrics Meaning

[又等明天 明天才見]
The singer is waiting again for tomorrow to meet someone, but tomorrow feels so far away. That distance makes the longing even stronger. There’s a sliver of moonlight beside them, like a small hope, and maybe someday they’ll be able to write a poem together about their story—if life allows it.

[你著墨成圓點]
The other person adds small touches, like dots of ink, while the singer turns those into circles—bigger memories. Even the dull moments feel like a novel when they’re shared. In that moment, the world is blurry like early spring, but the other person stands out like the only light.

[這句話 如何的開始]
The singer struggles with how to start saying what’s in their heart. It’s hard to speak feelings no one else knows. They really want to describe the start of love, but their mind is still confused and unsure. They wonder if, when cherry blossoms fall, the feeling between them would be mutual—and hope the poem gets written someday.

[微小日子 隨想而已]
These small, ordinary days pass by with random thoughts. The singer hopes the little story continues tomorrow. The moonlight is still there, still okay, but they want to say too much and end up speechless again and again.

[這句話 如何的開始]
Once more, they think about how to say what’s in their heart. They wish they could walk through this garden of love and turn it into a story together. They wonder again—when the cherry blossoms fall, would the feelings match? They’d love to write that shared poem if they could.

[但是你不寫我的小故事]
But the other person doesn’t write their story together. They leave behind things the singer can’t let go of. In the end, it becomes a quiet regret of never really having been in love, even once.

[匆匆四月 如何的開始]
April passed by so quickly. The singer doesn’t know how it all started—or ended. There were chapters with no hand-holding, just many imagined moments. But in the end, none of it happened. They wish they could remember it and forget it at the same time. It was a story waiting to happen, but the right time and place never came—and only that youthful version of themselves could see it.