台語音樂是華語世界中被低估的珍寶之一——深深扎根於文化，蘊含豐富的情感深度。今天，我想推薦兩位才華橫溢的創作者，他們持續用這美麗的語言熱情創作。他們的作品值得被更多人聽見與欣賞：
🔱AL ren（@abstractfire055）；gues0530(喵吉拉)(@gues0530)
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Taiwanese Hokkien music is a hidden gem in the Chinese-speaking world—deeply rooted in culture and full of emotional depth. Today, I’d love to introduce two talented artists who are passionately creating in this beautiful language. Their work deserves to be heard and appreciated by many more:
🔱AL ren (@abstractfire055); gues0530(喵吉拉)(@gues0530)
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Lyric｜English translation is below.✨
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“彼工的風 ”
風吹過學校 的牆仔
咱的影仔攏藏佇彼個巷仔
你講未來是欲佗去
我笑笑講「我猶未知」
時間行過 咱攏無感覺
彼工的風 猶原咧吹
你猶原站佇彼個路口
我猶原猶豫欲行抑欲留
青春是彼工的風
吹過咱的心肝 攏無聲
咱講欲飛 但猶原困佇原地
彼工的風 你猶原記咧嗎？
車燈閃爍 咱行過街仔
彼工的話 攏變成霧
是欲答毋答 是欲講毋講
咱一直行 一直行到天光
風吹過巷口 影仔攏無驚惶
若有一天咱攏行到尾
敢有路通往光？
青春是彼工的風
吹過咱的心肝 攏無聲
咱講欲飛 但猶原困佇原地
彼工的風 你猶原記咧嗎？
風吹過 咱攏無聲
你猶原站佇彼個路口
我猶原猶豫欲行抑欲留
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Lyric｜English
“The Wind That Day”
The wind drifts past the schoolyard walls, Our shadows linger in quiet alleyways. You ask where the future leads, I just smile and say, “I still don’t know.”
Time moves, but we barely feel it. The wind from that day still whispers on. You’re standing at the same old crossroads, And I’m still unsure—do I leave, or do I stay?
Youth is the wind from that day, Sweeping through our hearts without a sound. We dream of flying, yet remain tied to this place. That wind from before—do you still remember?
Headlights flicker as we cross the streets, Words from that day fade into mist. We hesitate to answer, we hesitate to speak, So we keep walking—until morning arrives.
The wind rushes through the alleyway, But our shadows don’t flinch or fade. If one day we reach the end, Will there be a road that leads to light?
Youth is the wind from that day, Sweeping through our hearts without a sound. We dream of flying, yet remain tied to this place. That wind from before—do you still remember?
The wind drifts by, and we stay silent. You’re still standing at the same old crossroads, And I’m still unsure—do I leave, or do I stay?