You Don't Remind Me

You Don't Remind Me - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

You don't remind me of the iris in spring

Or of dawn on the mountain

When the bluebirds starts to sing

You don't remind me of the breeze on the bay

Or of stars in the fountain

Where the silver fishes play

Through the moon glow in September

You reveal no resemblance

Of the first snow in November

You're not even a semblance

No you don't remind me of the world around me

Or behind me for so much thus my love

For you blinds me

That my darling

You only remind me of you of you of you