Μουσική απο Κίνα και Άπω Ανατολή
Δημοσιεύτηκε: 24 Μαρ 2025, 01:46
"People pass by the stage, no old faces are seen
People on the stage sing the heart-breaking farewell song
It is hard to write the word love
She must sing with blood
The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest
One act of the play, the sleeves rise and fall
Singing about sorrow and joy, singing about separation and reunion, it has nothing to do with me
The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall
Love in the play, people outside the play, who can say
I am used to putting joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into the stage
What if the old lyrics are sung out?
The bones and ashes are all me
The floating duckweed in the chaotic world can't bear to watch the flames of war burning the mountains and rivers
I dare not forget my worries for the country even though I am in a low position
Even if no one knows me
People pass by the stage, no old faces are seen
People on the stage sing the heart-breaking farewell song
It is hard to write the word love
She must sing with blood
The curtain rises, the curtain falls Who is the guest? I am used to hiding my joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in my makeup. It doesn’t matter if I sing the old lyrics. The bones and ashes are all mine. I am a floating duckweed in the chaotic world, but I can’t bear to watch the flames of war burning the mountains and rivers."
People on the stage sing the heart-breaking farewell song
It is hard to write the word love
She must sing with blood
The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest
One act of the play, the sleeves rise and fall
Singing about sorrow and joy, singing about separation and reunion, it has nothing to do with me
The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall
Love in the play, people outside the play, who can say
I am used to putting joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into the stage
What if the old lyrics are sung out?
The bones and ashes are all me
The floating duckweed in the chaotic world can't bear to watch the flames of war burning the mountains and rivers
I dare not forget my worries for the country even though I am in a low position
Even if no one knows me
People pass by the stage, no old faces are seen
People on the stage sing the heart-breaking farewell song
It is hard to write the word love
She must sing with blood
The curtain rises, the curtain falls Who is the guest? I am used to hiding my joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in my makeup. It doesn’t matter if I sing the old lyrics. The bones and ashes are all mine. I am a floating duckweed in the chaotic world, but I can’t bear to watch the flames of war burning the mountains and rivers."
