staring at an open fire 盯着明火

watching flames as they leap higher 看着火苗，因为他们跳得更高

I recall an old romance 我记得一个老的浪漫

I can almost smell the perfume 我几乎可以闻到香水

that she wore at our first dance 她穿着我们的第一支舞

   

Staring at the burning embers 盯着燃烧的余烬

strange the things that one remembers 奇怪的是，一个人记得的事

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I can almost feel her cheek on mine 我几乎可以感觉到她的脸颊矿

I can almost hear what she's saying 我几乎可以听到她在说

as I dance with my old valentine 我跳舞我的旧情人

I would swear I can hear 我发誓，我能听到

the music playing 音乐播放

   

sitting on a cozy pillow 坐在一个舒适的枕头

poking ashes with a willow 戳骨灰带柳

stirs a spark of old desire 激起老欲望的火花

funny how the memories come rushing back 有趣的是记忆被冲回

before an open fire 一个开放式壁炉前