歌曲 歌詞

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In my past lives, I planted The worries that never cease Did the monk look back? My chanting voice grew hoarse There's no longer her beneath this temple Bodhi cannot save her Difficult to hold on with a few scriptures This courtyard full of ghost flowers You left this home Love and hate have nowhere to be scattered Can I turn back? Seeing your smiling face How can I take off my kasaya? To return a home to you Why save me but not her? This wind is still blowing Messing up whose years He grew his hair long Put down the wooden fish There's no longer her beneath the Bodhi How many more summers have passed? Are your eyes still red? She's already gone How many times does the morning bell chime? Not saving the world's blooming flowers I also lowered my head and smiled Never seeing your long hair again Smiling, I ask the Buddha Saving millions of households Why save me but not her?

(Chorus excerpt only) Where the wolf's cry meets the sandstorm's gust, My general, please drink a little less wine. The road ahead is not an easy one, I'll be waiting for you at home. Will you walk with me beneath the willow, Until our hair turns white together? With ten taels of longing and two taels of wine, I've only just begun to speak my love.

Spring has passed, leaving white hair and lonely thoughts Cut a strand of sorrow to blind the eyes Lovers parted today, each going their own way No hope of meeting you in this life The splendor fades, the departed dare not speak their heart's sorrow Last night, I saw again the one who abandoned me and never returned Tonight is too long, my legs itch today Today, I'm thinner than withered leaves, my face yellow like a faded flower I should be wandering the rivers and lakes, drinking a cup of turbid wine In my drunken state, I see sorrow deep within the hundred flowers Don't keep me from wandering beyond the pass, waiting for my beloved In dreams, this love is a sorrowful tower reaching high The splendor fades, the departed dare not speak their heart's sorrow Last night, I saw again the one who abandoned me and never returned Tonight is too long, my legs itch today Today, I'm thinner than withered leaves, my face yellow like a faded flower I should be wandering the rivers and lakes, drinking a cup of turbid wine In my drunken state, I see sorrow deep within the hundred flowers Don't keep me from wandering beyond the pass, waiting for my beloved In dreams, this love is a sorrowful tower reaching high

One act of opera, sleeves rise and fall Singing joy and sorrow, meeting and parting, it has nothing to do with me Fans open and close, gongs beat and fall silent Emotions in the play, people outside the play, who can tell? Always pouring joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness into the makeup What if the old lyrics are sung through? White bones and green ashes are all me Floating duckweed in troubled times, enduring the sight of beacon fires burning mountains and rivers Lowly, I dare not forget the worries of the state, even if no one knows me Onlookers pass by, no old faces remain On stage, the singer sings a heart-wrenching farewell song The word 'love' is hard to write, she must repay it with blood The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest? Always hiding joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in the makeup What if the old lyrics are sung through? White bones and green ashes are all me Floating duckweed in troubled times, enduring the sight of beacon fires burning mountains and rivers Lowly, I dare not forget the worries of the state, even if no one knows me You finish your song, and I take the stage Don't mock the romantic tales, don't laugh at the absurdity of people I have asked about the past, I have sung forcefully about rise and fall Saying it's heartless, saying it's affectionate, how to ponder? Saying it's heartless, saying it's affectionate, it takes much thought

Laughing at who flaunts their beauty and pride If I have no heart, how can we be a match? Clear and crisp the sound of bells, dim the lights behind the curtain You and I were born to be a perfect pair Only when I lose you does it become the original sin Only when I have no heart can we truly match You in rags, I'll paint you bright, walking side-by-side through mountains and streams You're haggard, I'll make you radiant It was your kiss that opened the ink, staining tears at the corners of my eyes Performing separations and reunions, joy and sorrow, for whom? They circle and misunderstand, yet I am only controlled by you In this world, what could be more perfect? Fingers like orchid petals twirl the mortal world like flowing water On a three-foot red stage, all things turn to song and wind Singing for so long, sorrow doesn't fully form; where it's most vibrant, it turns to ash Whose best years do you wish to be remembered? When you lead, I dance as if flying When you guide, I know when to advance and retreat Following both joy and suffering, every move perfectly aligned Transforming humility into absolute tenderness You're wrong, I refuse to be right; you're ignorant, I'll feign ignorance How can the heart's fire be content to stop boiling water? You wither, I never wilt; you tire, I dare not grow weary With what can I warm you for a thousand years? Wind and snow faintly trace the white hairs at the end of autumn Lush lamplight wrinkles your brow If you shed a tear, if I can stay with you when we grow old Even turning to ash in the misty waves, it would be a perfect departure

Years of wind and snow swirl the blade, the north wind a lonely day. Behold the chaotic world, gaunt and thin. Smoke from the frontier never ceases, yellow clouds blanket the land with sorrow. Fortunately, the red plum blossoms have long endured, never falling from the branch. Long smoke fills my embrace, hastily plotting strategy. Trampling flying sand, I draw my sword to slay the enemy. Setting sun's embers, spring breeze climbs the high tower. Endless war fires of the chaotic world, imprisoned in Chang'an. I pour wine myself at Guanshan, swallowing a thousand autumns. And with boiling snow, I toast the wind and clouds. I am an old friend from a thousand miles, the green mountains should turn white-haired. In my youth, I wielded a silver spear, reveling in elegance. I once galloped through Chang'an, drinking freely in ten streets. Startled by dreams of beacon fires, tonight I test a new helmet. If my soul breaks on the battlefield, will the lost lands be recovered? Who will be immortal with whom? Even golden spears rust. Fate is reckless, like a lone swan wandering. To the human world, I reveal a belly full of schemes. Singing with abandon, I fill my jade chalice with the Big Dipper. Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, I wish to guard with you. I pour wine myself at Guanshan, swallowing a thousand autumns. And with boiling snow, I toast the wind and clouds. I am an old friend from a thousand miles, the green mountains should turn white-haired. In my youth, I wielded a silver spear, reveling in elegance.

Later, I crossed Jiangnan alone Misty rain locks up melancholy Hearing the gentle rocking of the sampan I didn't even know what I was thinking The painted boat's drums sing out How many tunes break one's heart? Whose garden wall has fragrant plum blossoms? Life's fireworks, you once bloomed Carved into whose heart Living alone ever since The flowers of Jiangnan have withered How can I bear to ponder again? Alas, good times are few As if no one speaks of them You turn back, holding a paper umbrella In the thousand-year-old Wuyi Lane Tell me, how long is your black hair? Can it measure the wind and moon? Who says a cup of wine in a foreign land Can make you forget the mortal world? Counting lonely sails from the railing Tears fall in two lines Life's fireworks, you once bloomed Carved into whose heart Living alone ever since The flowers of Jiangnan have withered How can I bear to ponder again? Alas, good times are few As if no one speaks of them Life's fireworks, you once bloomed Carved into whose heart Living alone ever since The flowers of Jiangnan have withered How can I bear to ponder again? Alas, good times are few As if no one speaks of them

Miss, with a single phrase 'Spring isn't late' A foolish child stays in true Jiangnan The melody of Jiangnan falls upon a lonely city Turning into misty rain, playing along with me Miss, with a single phrase 'Winter isn't cold' A foolish child crosses ten thousand mountains Remembering our song, sighing softly Often dreaming of me, tinged with the contours of longing You light the stove, warming my heart The rain hitting banana leaves is better than a beauty's slope In the ink wash painting, even the fish are happy Often dreaming of you, do you dream of me? Love and hate are clear, but fate is thin The sound of the erhu calls you, disappearing into Jiangnan I'll compose an old ballad for you Miss, with a single phrase 'Spring isn't late' A foolish child stays in true Jiangnan The melody of Jiangnan falls upon a lonely city Turning into misty rain, playing along with me Miss, with a single phrase 'Winter isn't cold' A foolish child crosses ten thousand mountains Remembering our song, sighing softly Often dreaming of me, tinged with the contours of longing You light the stove, warming my heart The rain hitting banana leaves is better than a beauty's slope In the ink wash painting, even the fish are happy Often dreaming of you, do you dream of me? Love and hate are clear, but fate is thin The sound of the erhu calls you, disappearing into Jiangnan I'll compose an old ballad for you Miss, with a single phrase 'Spring isn't late' A foolish child stays in true Jiangnan The melody of Jiangnan falls upon a lonely city Turning into misty rain, playing along with me Miss, with a single phrase 'Winter isn't cold' A foolish child crosses ten thousand mountains Remembering our song, sighing softly