没有完全理解，但权且把自己浅薄的见知翻译了一下，希望能帮到外国的朋友们 It's a fantacy and sorrowed love story, which happend in ancient China. The general and the beauty, they waited each other for a long and long time, but after a chaos war they never met each other, the general waited the beauty , even felt his spirit is not stay in his body. The beauty waited the general, even her black long hair turned white. They never met each other after that, but their love will never changed, even if the sea became desert, the highest mountain became the deepest valley, till now. 遥闻海水梦悠悠， 君愁相思我亦愁。 所幸南风知我意， 吹梦渡我到西州。
The places that seem like illusions and dreams in this world actually exist. I remember being able to perceive the changes of the four seasons in everything there. The autumn rain always falls softly, making people roll up their sleeves to try to hold onto this beautiful scenery. The mountains there are majestic and the lakes are as clear as mirrors. I stayed there to watch the changing seasons and even met a beautiful woman as beautiful as the Western Isle. Where is the Western Isle? It can be seen from afar, with endless trees and high hills connected together. Life there is like wild cranes and clouds, even when it rains, it is just a light drizzle and there is no need to take down the clothes that have been sun-dried. Children lead cows, and everything is peaceful like a painting. In the bustling city, there is silence. The various states of things and the weather are vividly portrayed in front of me. At that time, the vine robe was half-rolled up, and the mossy clothes were wrinkled. Time passed without worry. Good times don't last forever, and you eventually left. In your back view, your sleeves with embroidered dragon and tiger patterns fluttered like the wind. At that time, my feelings were like a small stone thrown into the water, causing ripples, and like the strings of a harp that always jump on the same axis no matter what tune is played. Now that you have left the Western Isle, the smoke of war, deserts, rivers, and setting suns are all around. Do you know that a few words on a piece of paper have spread my lovesickness for thousands of miles? I hope you can remember me. The journey is long and far, but we still couldn't make a promise to stay together forever. But I know that at that time we already had each other in our hearts. This friendship, although carefree and worry-free, my heart will not wander or shift. The sun and moon have limited lifespans, and the river and sea rise and fall. I really want to borrow some time from the world again. It turns out that the greatest gain of loving someone is to sometimes be happy and sometimes unable to extricate oneself from sorrow. If you plant willows, spring will bring the singing of birds and the sound of hooves. Such mutual attraction is so natural. But our feelings, I'm afraid, will have to wait until the next life. At that time, I don't know if anyone can read the love message conveyed by the doves on the shore in a trance. Poetry always says that red beans best represent lovesickness, but there are few people in the whole southern country who can stay together. I have seen too many of these things and am already disappointed. I still remember the year we met when we were in our prime. After leaving you, I had white hair because of missing you. Until now, I still can't bear to forget you, nor have I stopped looking for you. People outside the painting always age easily, with half of their hair turning white and their temples being weathered by wind and frost. Their bodies are not as good as before. Wearing gorgeous glass armor and carrying an official seal, they enter the temple. The imperial decree can turn a beautiful city into ashes in an instant, and swords stained with blood rust. The night you attacked with a wave of your hand was as dark as ink, and no one was your opponent. These things accompany me alone into the long river every night with flickering lights. At this moment, my soul and I will not shift in this life.
It's a fantacy and sorrowed love story, which happend in ancient China. The general and the beauty, they waited each other for a long and long time, but after a chaos war they never met each other, the general waited the beauty , even felt his spirit is not stay in his body. The beauty waited the general, even her black long hair turned white. They never met each other after that, but their love will never changed, even if the sea became desert, the highest mountain became the deepest valley, till now.
Nothing is transformed into something, to know the spring and autumn I want to prepare for the autumn leaves Keep your bones and peaks, keep your capacity and reflect the water I have met Xizhou, a beautiful woman Xizhou He You Yuan Shuping Gaoqiu Yun Xianfang does not accept the rain Silent in the downtown area Rattan clothes, half-rolled moss, wrinkled clothes Driving a horse and a car, still a few journeys into the painting, within easy reach The path is curved and the bridge is horizontal, sincere is hard to pass, I hope you ferry, and wait for you at the bridgehead Rosin is grounded Embroidering the dragon and embroidering the tiger out of sleeves Little rocks fall into the sea with continuous fluctuations Tracing the number of curved 箜篌 line coaxial Lebiyan straight into the desert, Canglang Panqiu A piece of paper dripping and dripping around the corner Remember me Shape business into this meaning The sun and the moon have a long life Love to the world, borrowing the day and evening, sorrow and joy as reward Planting willow spring warbler knowing that it is incorrigible Mianmian is even after the third life, who read Guan Jiu after a lifetime The poem says red beans When I come to Fanghua, I go to a white head, I forget you, I look for you Outsiders are perishable Like shades and shades Dyed ice and snow first put on colored glaze Zhuzi will go to the gold and silver tower Destiny Bicheng Grey Soil Knife Bow Brown Rust Raise your hand, Ye Gu splash off the blue right According to me, the fluorescent lanterns will only return to the torrent after the day The body and soul are like mail, in this world, I don’t wander away Love is a thing, no wood, no water, no water It's ridiculous that love is not a hidden plot Love is one person, is not deep and long and not old A thought of love, ink is not empty, a hundred generations fly white suddenly and set the ground as a prisoner Lantian needs wine, but Qiong pulp can pour beautiful jade and thin The most high cleans up the scum Exhausted, knowing she can’t ask Drunk every song, knowing he doesn't have to wait Only when the spirits cross the gap Wan Lai stopped playing Zhi Yi listens to the autumn water and asks the mayfly Ji Xuan Ming is immeasurable Beidou But he believes that Acacia is the most gentle Gu Pan's flowers are full of great dreams You and Twenty-Eight Nights are looking back Link me, color-winged whale tail red silk world week The love is here, this heart is free and easy
The places that seem like illusions and dreams in this world actually exist. I remember being able to perceive the changes of the four seasons in everything there. The autumn rain always falls softly, making people roll up their sleeves to try to hold onto this beautiful scenery. The mountains there are majestic and the lakes are as clear as mirrors. I stayed there to watch the changing seasons and even met a beautiful woman as beautiful as the Western Isle. Where is the Western Isle? It can be seen from afar, with endless trees and high hills connected together. Life there is like wild cranes and clouds, even when it rains, it is just a light drizzle and there is no need to take down the clothes that have been sun-dried. Children lead cows, and everything is peaceful like a painting. In the bustling city, there is silence. The various states of things and the weather are vividly portrayed in front of me. At that time, the vine robe was half-rolled up, and the mossy clothes were wrinkled. Time passed without worry. Good times don't last forever, and you eventually left. In your back view, your sleeves with embroidered dragon and tiger patterns fluttered like the wind. At that time, my feelings were like a small stone thrown into the water, causing ripples, and like the strings of a harp that always jump on the same axis no matter what tune is played. Now that you have left the Western Isle, the smoke of war, deserts, rivers, and setting suns are all around. Do you know that a few words on a piece of paper have spread my lovesickness for thousands of miles? I hope you can remember me. The journey is long and far, but we still couldn't make a promise to stay together forever. But I know that at that time we already had each other in our hearts. This friendship, although carefree and worry-free, my heart will not wander or shift. The sun and moon have limited lifespans, and the river and sea rise and fall. I really want to borrow some time from the world again. It turns out that the greatest gain of loving someone is to sometimes be happy and sometimes unable to extricate oneself from sorrow. If you plant willows, spring will bring the singing of birds and the sound of hooves. Such mutual attraction is so natural. But our feelings, I'm afraid, will have to wait until the next life. At that time, I don't know if anyone can read the love message conveyed by the doves on the shore in a trance. Poetry always says that red beans best represent lovesickness, but there are few people in the whole southern country who can stay together. I have seen too many of these things and am already disappointed. I still remember the year we met when we were in our prime. After leaving you, I had white hair because of missing you. Until now, I still can't bear to forget you, nor have I stopped looking for you. People outside the painting always age easily, with half of their hair turning white and their temples being weathered by wind and frost. Their bodies are not as good as before. Wearing gorgeous glass armor and carrying an official seal, they enter the temple. The imperial decree can turn a beautiful city into ashes in an instant, and swords stained with blood rust. The night you attacked with a wave of your hand was as dark as ink, and no one was your opponent. These things accompany me alone into the long river every night with flickering lights. At this moment, my soul and I will not shift in this life.
宸汐缘真是良心制作，打造了全系这么好听的歌，无限可以循环，就是宣传不好， 没有大红大紫，不过经得起时间的考验
对啊，我觉得现在因该越来越多人会听了吧
@@belle5666 應
個人覺得最充滿仙氣，個人最喜歡的部分：
萬籟停吹奏
支頤聽秋水問蜉蝣
既玄冥不可量北斗
卻何信相思最溫柔
顧盼花發鴻蒙 怦然而夢
你與二十八宿皆回眸
請問這段的意思是？
@@安心-d2q 他不知道笑死
@@安心-d2q 万籁俱寂（指寿命将近），（我）支着下巴听雨（蜉蝣指凡人）。北斗在命学里是命格的意思，也就是命运，即便是玄冥（文曲星）也无法预测自己的命运，（凡人）为什么要认为相思是一件温柔的事（若是再也无法相见，相思便不复温柔）。花发，白发。鸿蒙指盘古开天辟地之前，代指重来一次。期盼着与你重新开始，哪怕是在梦中。最后一句就不用解释啦。
全文翻译
西洲是从虚无之境中生出来的一个缥缈仙境，西洲产生之后就有了空间和时间。毛笔已经（沾上墨水）润湿了，（现在的我）情意殷切，（我）执笔作画（通过摹画西洲景物作为留念）。摹画这四面八方攒集而来的山峰，作为（画中景物的）骨架，摹画这日光照映的水面，作为（画中景物的）面容；摹画这里的四季物候，作为（画的）景观；只因为我曾经在西洲邂逅过女神。
我要摹画的西洲景物，有远处的树和高高的山丘。西洲郊外天空的云稀稀落落，雨还没停，有牧童牵牛走在路上，西洲闹市中一片和谐平静，这里的人也经历人生的阴晴百态，但都怡然自得，都是这样平等无差别。葛布粗衣服卷叠着挂在房子的墙上，墙脚的苔藓有点皱了，一片岁月静好无忧无虑的景象。
（曾经）我驾着马车，前往西洲仙境，还有多少路程？一眨眼就很快到了。但西洲这里小路曲折，还有横亘的桥梁，这路实在是难走。我只好在渡口、桥头这些人来人往的地方等候于你相遇。
（研好的）墨香气飘散充满周围大片空间，我挥动画笔，画出清瘦的蛟龙和锦绣斑斓的猛虎。（画）岸边石头落入海中，激起浪波，（画）出箜篌的弦线和轴身。停下画笔休息，（再补充叙述）我刚才还画了孤烟直上的浩瀚沙漠，蛟龙盘踞的青苍海面。酣畅淋漓地完成了整个画幅，作画时我不受拘束地、随意地点画各种景物人物的。
（休息时）记起我曾有宏大的志向（不知道是想建功立业还是要修仙，我偏向于修仙吧），但是经过挫折（大概是感情失败、为情所困，又或者是指代动了凡心）我变得随和软弱。我现在的举措和心情，内心（有所牵绊）不再逍遥自由无忧了。
（感叹）天地的寿命有多长，好比用江海的水去滴漏壶那么长。（我）想要以人心情感作为代价，向这个世间多借一些时间（求得长生）。
（但求得长生后，又不得不历遍人间悲喜，感叹）自栽的柳树，春天的莺鸟，这些都是世间之物，不可长久，衰败时也无法挽救。我（虽修仙但是）情思一直延续不断，即使世境变化很大，我的情思依然像《关雎》里所写的那样。诗里说南国盛产寓意美好爱情的红豆，但是我很少看到有长久相爱厮守的，却看到很多人从年轻到年老都在感情中纠结的。而我自己也属于后者，一直忘不掉你，一直追寻你。
（感叹）画外人（凡人）是很容易衰老的，就像画里的墨色、彩色浓淡相间搭配、交融交构。（凡人）身处冰雪中，冰雪落在身上仿佛穿上了晶莹剔透的盔甲。（凡人）获得官爵时，就将会登上皇家的宫殿以彰显荣耀。自然规律万物有盛有衰不可避免，皇家宫殿终会化作灰土，锋利的刀剑弓箭也会锈迹斑斑。（叙事）我刚才，举手迅速作画，很快就完成了山、水、天、树这些景物。
（抒情感叹）再看自己，真像是微弱的萤光遇到白昼的强光，又像孤独一人飘浮在尘世大流之中，这个身体和神魂暂时寄居在这个世上，（因有所牵绊）不能逍遥自由无忧。
（说理）情思，是没来由的、矛盾的，没有树木却能成为森林，没有水却能行驶舟船；情思，是真假难辨的，有时候不难以知道心意到底是真是假。情思，即使程度再深也不算深厚，时间再长也不会变淡。情思，让人长久地自困于其中。
（说理、抒情）酒醉后能令人情思减轻，至高至贵的人啊，品德高洁，是难以污染的，却会因情思忧愁而湿润眼眸。明白了无法追求到她，痴情好像火熄灭那样减弱了，明白了等候不到她，干脆就像古代的狂士一样醉酒狂歌。但是有一瞬间，（我们）两人曾经心意相通，我的真心早已经投赴到女神身上了。
周围各种的声响渐渐停息下来，我手支下巴倾听水流声，向水中的蜉蝣虫发问：既然北斗星深远幽寂难以丈量，却为何确信这难以琢磨的情思是最温柔的呢。
可我的爱慕之情，向往美好爱情的心愿，从很久之前就产生了，而我现在正怀着这样的心情进入梦乡。梦中，你转过头来看我。希望能赐我五彩凤凰一样的双翅，可以飞到女神身边，也盼望月老的红丝能为我搭牵姻缘。因为我痴情所向心中的女神，这颗心不能逍遥自由无忧。
高明
🙂
牛头不对马嘴，完全不是这个意思
西州一词《西洲曲》 南北朝时期应该是存在的并不是虚无缥缈杜撰的，南风知我意，吹梦到西洲。原诗也是歌名来源。
你这歌词解析真的有点糟糕
这首歌每次听到高潮苏的我都浑身发麻 太喜欢听这歌了
怎麼這麼好聽，好喜歡呀！
謝謝張恩人讓我知道這首神歌
用歌詞找到快發瘋= =
为了这首歌，我找了几个小时
史詩級歌詞
吾凰在上 配的一首视频的歌曲真的是悲伤到 久久不能忘 真的遗憾了
这首好好听！！！！！！！N次循环！！！！
男声特别好听！
1:21
2:46
4:12
😃😃
謝謝！
作曲 : 铃木航海
作词 : 颀鞍
编曲：远藤直弥/冯帆
（妖扬）
无何化有 感物知春秋
秋毫濡沫欲绸缪 搦管相留
（黄诗扶）
留骨攒峰 留容映水秀
留观四时曾邂逅 佳人西洲
（妖扬）
西洲何有 远树平高丘
云闲方外雨不收 稚子牵牛
（黄诗扶）
闹市无声 百态阴晴栩栩侔
藤衣半卷苔衣皱 岁月自无忧
（妖扬）
驾马驱车 尚几程扶摇入画中 咫尺
（黄诗扶）
径曲桥横 精诚难通 盼你渡口 待你桥头
（黄诗扶、妖扬）
松香接地走
挥癯龙绣虎出怀袖
起微石落海连波动
描数曲箜篌线同轴
勒笔烟直大漠 沧浪盘虬
一纸淋漓漫点方圆透
记我 长风万里绕指未相勾
形生意成 此意 逍遥不游
（妖扬）
日月何寿 江海滴更漏
爱向人间借朝暮 悲喜为酬
（黄诗扶）
种柳春莺 知它风尘不可救
绵绵更在三生后 谁隔世读关鸠
（妖扬）
诗说红豆 遍南国未见人长久 见多少
（黄诗扶）
来时芳华 去时白头 忘你不舍 寻你不休
（黄诗扶、妖扬）
画外人易朽
似浓淡相间色相构
染冰雪先披琉璃胄
蘸朱紫将登金银楼
天命碧城灰土 刀弓褐锈
举手夜古泼断青蓝右
照我 萤灯嫁昼只影归洪流
身魂如寄 此世 逍遥不游
（黄诗扶）
情一物 无木成林无水行舟
情一事 未算藏谋真还谬
情一人 积深不厚积年不旧
情一念 墨尽非空 百代飞白骤 划地为囚
（妖扬）
蓝田需汲酒 惟琼浆能浇美玉瘦
至高者清难垢 至贵者润因愁
痴竭火 知她不能求
醉逢歌 知他不必候
只约灵犀过隙灵光暗相投
（黄诗扶、妖扬）
万籁停吹奏
支颐听秋水问蜉蝣
既玄冥不可量北斗
却何信相思最温柔
顾盼花发鸿蒙 怦然而梦
你与二十八宿皆回眸
系我 彩翼鲸尾红丝天地周
情之所至 此心 逍遥不游
之前听不懂觉得歌词堆砌，后面慢慢一句句读再加上看网上分析终于有了自己的理解，再听这首歌自己的感觉丰富了很多
听得一身鸡皮疙瘩。中文太美了（╹◡╹）
超好聽的👍
+1
好喜歡❤️❤️❤️
道友好啊
夷陵老祖魏无羡
大舅舅...
浓浓的古意扑面而来，这个词写到我想跪
好聽
神仙
超好听的！～❤️
南风知我意.梦吹到西州
4:10
音楽、聞きました。
好好听💕💕
太深奥了，一般人听不懂。
好喜欢呀
这歌真的很好听 百听不厌
北斗不是北鬥
繫我不是系我（既然以繁體表示，那應該以繫不以系）
@@wongsanmanwongsanman4690 这不是杠啊，就是简体转繁体转出错了
老問題了
@@wongsanmanwongsanman4690 斗是器具名，北斗七星是因為形狀像斗而名，鬥則是動詞，北鬥七星莫不是七星在北邊爭鬥？抑或是有人在北邊跟七顆星星鬥爭？兩個解釋都不通，所以此處不能把斗直翻成鬥
@@wongsanmanwongsanman4690 硬要說的話是你們簡體字自己的問題，斗和鬥本就是兩個毫無關聯的字，偏偏在造簡體字時硬是把兩者合成同個字還不另創字，不懂繁體還怪人杠
歌词好美啊，不过听出了秀才听昆曲的味道，不查不懂～ 还是我读书太少了，哈哈哈
No entiendo lo que dice pero me encanta✨
没有完全理解，但权且把自己浅薄的见知翻译了一下，希望能帮到外国的朋友们
It's a fantacy and sorrowed love story, which happend in ancient China. The general and the beauty, they waited each other for a long and long time, but after a chaos war they never met each other, the general waited the beauty , even felt his spirit is not stay in his body. The beauty waited the general, even her black long hair turned white. They never met each other after that, but their love will never changed, even if the sea became desert, the highest mountain became the deepest valley, till now.
遥闻海水梦悠悠，
君愁相思我亦愁。
所幸南风知我意，
吹梦渡我到西州。
The places that seem like illusions and dreams in this world actually exist. I remember being able to perceive the changes of the four seasons in everything there. The autumn rain always falls softly, making people roll up their sleeves to try to hold onto this beautiful scenery.
The mountains there are majestic and the lakes are as clear as mirrors. I stayed there to watch the changing seasons and even met a beautiful woman as beautiful as the Western Isle.
Where is the Western Isle? It can be seen from afar, with endless trees and high hills connected together. Life there is like wild cranes and clouds, even when it rains, it is just a light drizzle and there is no need to take down the clothes that have been sun-dried. Children lead cows, and everything is peaceful like a painting. In the bustling city, there is silence. The various states of things and the weather are vividly portrayed in front of me. At that time, the vine robe was half-rolled up, and the mossy clothes were wrinkled. Time passed without worry.
Good times don't last forever, and you eventually left. In your back view, your sleeves with embroidered dragon and tiger patterns fluttered like the wind. At that time, my feelings were like a small stone thrown into the water, causing ripples, and like the strings of a harp that always jump on the same axis no matter what tune is played. Now that you have left the Western Isle, the smoke of war, deserts, rivers, and setting suns are all around. Do you know that a few words on a piece of paper have spread my lovesickness for thousands of miles? I hope you can remember me. The journey is long and far, but we still couldn't make a promise to stay together forever.
But I know that at that time we already had each other in our hearts. This friendship, although carefree and worry-free, my heart will not wander or shift.
The sun and moon have limited lifespans, and the river and sea rise and fall. I really want to borrow some time from the world again. It turns out that the greatest gain of loving someone is to sometimes be happy and sometimes unable to extricate oneself from sorrow.
If you plant willows, spring will bring the singing of birds and the sound of hooves. Such mutual attraction is so natural. But our feelings, I'm afraid, will have to wait until the next life. At that time, I don't know if anyone can read the love message conveyed by the doves on the shore in a trance.
Poetry always says that red beans best represent lovesickness, but there are few people in the whole southern country who can stay together. I have seen too many of these things and am already disappointed.
I still remember the year we met when we were in our prime. After leaving you, I had white hair because of missing you. Until now, I still can't bear to forget you, nor have I stopped looking for you.
People outside the painting always age easily, with half of their hair turning white and their temples being weathered by wind and frost. Their bodies are not as good as before. Wearing gorgeous glass armor and carrying an official seal, they enter the temple.
The imperial decree can turn a beautiful city into ashes in an instant, and swords stained with blood rust. The night you attacked with a wave of your hand was as dark as ink, and no one was your opponent.
These things accompany me alone into the long river every night with flickering lights. At this moment, my soul and I will not shift in this life.
No se que dice pero me encanta❤
Eu não entendo o que falam, mas essa música é belísima~~
Uma brasileira aqui mdss que bom 🤣❤️❤️
不用知道那是什麼,因為就算懂中文也不知道在寫什麼
@@謝鎮-v5g 没关系，我写了"不知道这个音乐说什么了，可是也很好的音乐啦"
哪个女孩写了"一个巴西人在这里很好啊很好啊"
我的汉语也不好可是我想帮你了
@@謝鎮-v5g 我同意。這首歌的詞很難瞭解。
It's a fantacy and sorrowed love story, which happend in ancient China. The general and the beauty, they waited each other for a long and long time, but after a chaos war they never met each other, the general waited the beauty , even felt his spirit is not stay in his body. The beauty waited the general, even her black long hair turned white. They never met each other after that, but their love will never changed, even if the sea became desert, the highest mountain became the deepest valley, till now.
好听，但一句也听不懂
一边听音乐一边看评论的来举个手🙋
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🙋🏿♀️
我找這首歌的時候不知道她在唱啥．．．．GOOGLE"彎來聽吹走"．．．．才找到原來是"萬籟聽吹奏" QQ 用詞太過頭了
Me gusta mucho esta canción, la quise buscar con subtítulos en español pero no lo encontré. Saben cómo se llaman los que la cantan?
Nothing is transformed into something, to know the spring and autumn
I want to prepare for the autumn leaves
Keep your bones and peaks, keep your capacity and reflect the water
I have met Xizhou, a beautiful woman
Xizhou He You Yuan Shuping Gaoqiu
Yun Xianfang does not accept the rain
Silent in the downtown area
Rattan clothes, half-rolled moss, wrinkled clothes
Driving a horse and a car, still a few journeys into the painting, within easy reach
The path is curved and the bridge is horizontal, sincere is hard to pass, I hope you ferry, and wait for you at the bridgehead
Rosin is grounded
Embroidering the dragon and embroidering the tiger out of sleeves
Little rocks fall into the sea with continuous fluctuations
Tracing the number of curved 箜篌 line coaxial
Lebiyan straight into the desert, Canglang Panqiu
A piece of paper dripping and dripping around the corner
Remember me
Shape business into this meaning
The sun and the moon have a long life
Love to the world, borrowing the day and evening, sorrow and joy as reward
Planting willow spring warbler knowing that it is incorrigible
Mianmian is even after the third life, who read Guan Jiu after a lifetime
The poem says red beans
When I come to Fanghua, I go to a white head, I forget you, I look for you
Outsiders are perishable
Like shades and shades
Dyed ice and snow first put on colored glaze
Zhuzi will go to the gold and silver tower
Destiny Bicheng Grey Soil Knife Bow Brown Rust
Raise your hand, Ye Gu splash off the blue right
According to me, the fluorescent lanterns will only return to the torrent after the day
The body and soul are like mail, in this world, I don’t wander away
Love is a thing, no wood, no water, no water
It's ridiculous that love is not a hidden plot
Love is one person, is not deep and long and not old
A thought of love, ink is not empty, a hundred generations fly white suddenly and set the ground as a prisoner
Lantian needs wine, but Qiong pulp can pour beautiful jade and thin
The most high cleans up the scum
Exhausted, knowing she can’t ask
Drunk every song, knowing he doesn't have to wait
Only when the spirits cross the gap
Wan Lai stopped playing
Zhi Yi listens to the autumn water and asks the mayfly
Ji Xuan Ming is immeasurable Beidou
But he believes that Acacia is the most gentle
Gu Pan's flowers are full of great dreams
You and Twenty-Eight Nights are looking back
Link me, color-winged whale tail red silk world week
The love is here, this heart is free and easy
@@法律翻譯碩士班 笑死，谷歌翻译
the lyrics is like ancient Chinese so it is so difficult to translate. Even Chinese people can’t fully understand this song😂
The places that seem like illusions and dreams in this world actually exist. I remember being able to perceive the changes of the four seasons in everything there. The autumn rain always falls softly, making people roll up their sleeves to try to hold onto this beautiful scenery.
The mountains there are majestic and the lakes are as clear as mirrors. I stayed there to watch the changing seasons and even met a beautiful woman as beautiful as the Western Isle.
Where is the Western Isle? It can be seen from afar, with endless trees and high hills connected together. Life there is like wild cranes and clouds, even when it rains, it is just a light drizzle and there is no need to take down the clothes that have been sun-dried. Children lead cows, and everything is peaceful like a painting. In the bustling city, there is silence. The various states of things and the weather are vividly portrayed in front of me. At that time, the vine robe was half-rolled up, and the mossy clothes were wrinkled. Time passed without worry.
Good times don't last forever, and you eventually left. In your back view, your sleeves with embroidered dragon and tiger patterns fluttered like the wind. At that time, my feelings were like a small stone thrown into the water, causing ripples, and like the strings of a harp that always jump on the same axis no matter what tune is played. Now that you have left the Western Isle, the smoke of war, deserts, rivers, and setting suns are all around. Do you know that a few words on a piece of paper have spread my lovesickness for thousands of miles? I hope you can remember me. The journey is long and far, but we still couldn't make a promise to stay together forever.
But I know that at that time we already had each other in our hearts. This friendship, although carefree and worry-free, my heart will not wander or shift.
The sun and moon have limited lifespans, and the river and sea rise and fall. I really want to borrow some time from the world again. It turns out that the greatest gain of loving someone is to sometimes be happy and sometimes unable to extricate oneself from sorrow.
If you plant willows, spring will bring the singing of birds and the sound of hooves. Such mutual attraction is so natural. But our feelings, I'm afraid, will have to wait until the next life. At that time, I don't know if anyone can read the love message conveyed by the doves on the shore in a trance.
Poetry always says that red beans best represent lovesickness, but there are few people in the whole southern country who can stay together. I have seen too many of these things and am already disappointed.
I still remember the year we met when we were in our prime. After leaving you, I had white hair because of missing you. Until now, I still can't bear to forget you, nor have I stopped looking for you.
People outside the painting always age easily, with half of their hair turning white and their temples being weathered by wind and frost. Their bodies are not as good as before. Wearing gorgeous glass armor and carrying an official seal, they enter the temple.
The imperial decree can turn a beautiful city into ashes in an instant, and swords stained with blood rust. The night you attacked with a wave of your hand was as dark as ink, and no one was your opponent.
These things accompany me alone into the long river every night with flickering lights. At this moment, my soul and I will not shift in this life.
@@Honkest前面还好，后面怎么就放飞自我了
love2021🌎🕊️
㊗️福善慧滿人間。🤍☘️
这歌词是神仙写的吧，比日语的有意境多了~
中文版真的整首歌都是仙氣!!!
@@ungnathaniel4182 歌詞好有意竟，沒有重覆的詞又深長悠遠
@@yi-lanlin4494 境
日语有意境你也听不懂
中文多久了啊，此时没法比的
非常爱
这词不是平凡人能写出来的
好听
有图片的连接吗？？
wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=455550&lang=Chinese&hcb=1
@@倒立爬树 谢啦
没看歌词 的话一句听不懂..
好真实哈哈哈 我第一次听就只听懂了 稚子牵牛
有歌詞我也看不懂啊
@@wanerren 我也是。。。只能恶补古文啦
我直接GOOGLE 彎來聽吹走，想說這到底在唱啥
这歌是某部电视剧的主题曲或者片尾曲？
不是，是單曲
@@user-tf2oi3ul7h 这首歌很好听
差点又要看剧了😂
What is the name of this song???
吹梦到西洲
The English name is blowing dreams of Xizhou
「臒」怎麼唸
ㄑㄩˊ
wo/yue
Wò
Xin tên tiếng việt đk vậy
🍐🍐🍐
可惜了 這詞堆砌過頭 反倒不美 用典多到我看歌詞的時候仿佛在做閱讀理解 但凡寫文寫詞 總容易落到堆砌過度的情況 寫出華美的詞藻不難 難的是返璞歸真
真的過頭了
还真是，有些歌词化繁为简更好，不然让人摸不着脑袋
同感。仔細搭配歌詞聽完，真的太刻意，像駢文
确实，过犹不及了
多年以后 已经白发苍苍的甄嬛看着渣渣龙儿子跟如懿的相爱相杀 不尽想起了当年她与四郎的爱恨情仇
老佛爷看着渣渣龙不经想起了她还有个捡来的孙女，还有一个大明河畔的夏雨荷
哈哈
为什么借要读作以？
2045还有人再听嘛？
我居然有幸看到31年前的评论
艹，超前部署是吧
這首歌旋律很像驪歌，大家要各奔前程的感覺
？
從《風戀歌》過來聽原版
不一样的风格，风恋歌比较伤感
好聽~只是有點難唱...
这歌词 WC
不看歌詞的話，明明是中文不知道在唱什麼系列 哈哈哈哈哈
這首歌害死了多少動漫人物
为什么
🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝❓
没有啊有一个视频放着歌感觉挺 。甜的吧
@@狐狐-x6r 对啊
@@敬城 抖音😂
赤绫蛮像的
詞藻華麗過頭了 曲子挺不錯的 可惜了
我是因为去演app才知道这首歌🤣
覺得男聲不太適合這首歌，不過女聲超好聽的
阿月 挺好的呀 一高一低
所以这歌词就是就是两个人在画画儿
就離譜⋯⋯雖然很好聽可是這詞跟背課文一樣很難跟唱
英文歌听不懂就算了，中文歌也听不懂！
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歌詞有點難
太好听了！我都忍不住想在这里很无耻的分享我自己的油管母婴频道了。忍住！忍住！
好听
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