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.
@OliverHugo-q9q4 жыл бұрын
好听
@immortal01303 жыл бұрын
love2021🌎🕊️ ㊗️福善慧滿人間。🤍☘️
@oldPrince225 ай бұрын
好听,但一句也听不懂
@takosukeinasapostle7thof124 жыл бұрын
從《風戀歌》過來聽原版
@yapweixian24184 жыл бұрын
不一样的风格,风恋歌比较伤感
@Honkest Жыл бұрын
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。
@Honkest Жыл бұрын
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.
@daisywang40624 жыл бұрын
這首歌旋律很像驪歌,大家要各奔前程的感覺
@宇宙的某一個人-i1h4 жыл бұрын
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@joshua99883 жыл бұрын
Me gusta mucho esta canción, la quise buscar con subtítulos en español pero no lo encontré. Saben cómo se llaman los que la cantan?
@法律翻譯碩士班3 жыл бұрын
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
@倒立爬树2 жыл бұрын
@@法律翻譯碩士班 笑死,谷歌翻译
@tobybutte58742 жыл бұрын
the lyrics is like ancient Chinese so it is so difficult to translate. Even Chinese people can’t fully understand this song😂
@Honkest Жыл бұрын
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.