A keresés eredménye

Sosem felejteni

Az éjszaka enyhén hideg, mélyen a felhők között
A fényes hold és a hűvös szél körbejárja a szívet, megnyugtat
Egyetlen ember nézi a havat
egy letűnt világ eseményeit nézni
Gusu császár mosolya
hóba temetve – magányosan elrejtve – az elegancia és a kecses homlokzata
A citera hangja messzire terjed a Jingshi-től
egy érdeklődő dalt játszik – csak a visszhangok térnek vissza
 
Még mindig kérdezed?
Kérdezted az emberek minden ostoba rajongását időtlen idők óta?
Ki az a távolban?
Még egyszer megkérdezve – mennyire nehéz a fekete-fehér, dicséret és hibáztatás?
El tudod még felejteni?
Közös ígéret a felhők mélyén – sziluett, homályos és homályos
hol vagy most?
Egymásra bámulva, soha nem felejtve
 
A világ iránti jóindulat harmonizál a fény tartásával
Mindig a káosszal együtt jelenik meg – hírnév, növekedés
Ennek ellenére nem hajlandó elfelejteni
újra fotózva egy letűnt világ eseményeit
 
Bichen gyűrűk, fényes és hangos
A szívesség és a harag, a jó és a rossz őrületét nehéz elkerülni
A citera hangja messzire terjed a Jingshi-től
egy érdeklődő dalt játszik – csak a visszhangok térnek vissza
 
Még mindig kérdezed?
Kérdezted az emberek minden ostoba rajongását időtlen idők óta?
Ki az a távolban?
Még egyszer megkérdezve: mennyire nehéz a fekete-fehér, a dicséret és a hibáztatás?
El tudod még felejteni?
Közös ígéret a felhők mélyén – sziluett, homályos és homályos
te most hol vagy?
Egymásra bámulva, soha nem felejtve
 
Még mindig kérdezed?
Nem kérdez többé az emberek minden esztelen rajongásáról, időtlen idők óta
Ki az a távolban?
Nehéz eloszlatni a fekete-fehér, a hibáztatás és a dicséret súlyát
El tudod még felejteni?
A vendégek indulnak – csak te, nem felejtem el
Veled az oldalamon
Bízom benne, hogy jól vagy, mióta elváltunk
 

UNRESTRAINED

Feeling melancholy at the sound of the flute
Yun Midnight Is Young
Right and wrong
How can I be a dream when I wake up
 
How to measure the gains and losses of reputation
Xiao Xiaoxue is hot and the blade is cool
Mountains and rivers
Smell the piano again
Unrequited love lie down like frost
 
Cook a pot of life and death
Why is the bright moon still sad?
It's better to travel through the wind and waves coolly
The End of the World is melodious
 
Through thousands of waters and mountains
The road is endless
Right and wrong
When you wake up, treat it as a dream
 
How to measure the gains and losses of reputation
Xiao Xiaoxue is hot and the blade is cool
Mountains and rivers
Smell the piano again
Chen Qing never laughs at how impermanent things are
 
Cook a pot of life and death sorrows and joys
Why is the bright moon still sad?
It's better, to be frank, and frank, through the wind and waves
The End of the World is melodious
 
Cook a pot of life and death sorrows and joys
Why is the bright moon still sad?
It's better, to be frank, and frank, through the wind and waves
The End of the World is melodious
The End of the World is melodious
 

The youngest should not be bullied

Danqing ink brush, chanting among the clouds, chasing the breeze
Swinging the sword arbitrarily
 
The vision of the new snow
Long dreams are not awakened, snow waves, thorns, wind, and rain all light
 
Lonely smoke in the wilderness, travel wantonly, young people can't be bullied
Between the bones, the pupils are bright and clear
 
The white robe in the snow, life, and death without restraint, young people can not be deceived
The sword points to the death of a hundred ghosts
 
Under the Fuqin, Vientiane, Senluo, life, and destiny
Food and clothing jade brocade distinguishes love and hatred
 
It's fortunate to meet each other
Memories of mountains and rivers exist in the world and live up to the youthful spirit
 
Lonely smoke in the wilderness, travel wantonly, young people can't be bullied
Between the bones, the pupils are bright and clear
 
The white robe in the snow is dead and alive, young people must not be deceived
The sword points to the death of a hundred ghosts
 
The lonely smoke in the wilderness travels wanton, young people should not be bullied
Between the bones, the pupils are bright and clear
 
A confidant by a different route
The sword points to the death of a hundred ghosts
 

Unreasonable

Crossing the past by the lotus dock
Bitan, old shadow, still young
Time flies, dream light, illusion
I wish to hold a stroke for Yunmeng’s old friend
 
I can't make sense, ask the sky with a smile
Looking back, but I don’t realize that it’s been years
No separation, no worries, no complaints
But I can still smell Axian
 
Wake up from dream autumn evening unconsciously
Fireflies, extinguished, moonlight
Once side by side, laughing and talking in thousands of people
Beautiful scenery is changeable, it is hard to see the old
 
It's hard to calm down, mottled before
How to return
No hate, no regret, no birth or death
Tears turned into a sentence of understanding
 
I can't make sense, ask the sky with a smile
Looking back, but I don’t realize that it’s been years
No separation, no worries, no complaints
But I can still smell Axian
 
Yunmeng Shuitian
 

Chi Zi

Those who rub shoulders, the passing city takes root in their hearts
Born in the silt, trapped in a full circle, still not forgetting the original
 
How much resentment, how much separation, ups and downs in troubled times
In the journey of adversity, write down the love and hate without regret
 
Not afraid to oppose the world and become an enemy
As long as your eyes agree
 
Heart is as simple as a child
No dust
Through all strife
Eternal by your side
 
Naive
Even if you have a shame
Use the stubborn life to fight for you
 
I'm dressed in white, like a teenager. Who can prove it?
Boundless memories, cobwebs are formed, the vegetation is deep
 
How many winds and snow, how many old people, how many times serious
In the journey of adversity, write down the love and hate without regret
 
Not afraid to oppose the world and become an enemy
As long as your eyes agree
 
Heart is as simple as a child
No dust
Through all strife
Eternal by your side
 
Naive
Even if you have a shame
Use the stubborn life to fight for you
 

Lonely City

Man:
Under a clear moon and a light breeze, we met by chance at that place like drifting duckweed
Longing to remain true to the original aspiration of bringing salvation to people
Treating each other with kindness, the days together are sweet like candy
But fate is cruelly misplaced
 
Woman:
Ultimately slaughtering the whole village and discovering the despairing truth of killing his dearest friend
Overwhelmed by grief, he repaid his deeds with his life
Swaying between good and evil, who is deeply entrapped in karmic debt?
Love is scorching and hate is icy
 
Woman:
Why be afraid of roaming in this world?
Having him with kind heart and blind eye in this desolate night
Only lies cannot be forgiven