【西瓜JUN】原创《天欲雪》---什么？狂野想乡2.0？

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《天欲雪》
作词：冉语优
作曲：西瓜JUN
编曲：西瓜JUN
演唱：西瓜JUN
和声：西瓜JUN
和声设计：西瓜JUN
制作人：西瓜JUN
混音工程师：关皓聪
曲绘：耽弥
视频：栗原
封面设计：西瓜JUN
OP/SP：西瓜JUN
天欲晚满载香粉的船飘零到长安
被风吹拂散比愁肠更宛转
撞中了天街上酒家外游子的衣衫
也同我擦肩却又与我无关
驻马在历历河川笙歌萧疏之畔
行人们匆匆都在雾月中打伞
寻渡到彼岸
如鹤羽般纷纷的雪啊拥谁出城关
又是年关灯火满驿馆
听天边外角楼的钟声比寒山更寒
天地一身忽而怆然
music
到后来夜昏醒罗帐寒忆事多散漫
寻常梦见的故人已无一半
梦回转少年时上元夜攘攘莲灯畔
究竟哪一声是你向我呼唤
和衣匀墨在笔端只得一句惘然
忽记起当年学语时学的诗篇
也剩无一半
如鹤羽般纷纷的雪啊拥谁出城关
又是年关灯火满驿馆
听天边外角楼的钟声比寒山更寒
天地一身忽而怆然
rap：
谁经年来春风杨柳岸渐行渐蹒跚
迎面相看不识我衣衫
谁衣衾寒巷陌游人散灯火已阑珊
还在等着我回头看
谁曾笑说眼前诸江川皆通到长安
梅子黄时画船会回还
谁只莞然说离了乡关方是天地宽
游子马上莫回头看
游子马上莫回头看
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@許修華-c6h 3 ай бұрын

第一次特別注意這位歌手.....很棒

@䔜可顏 3 ай бұрын

真的好喜歡每首原創的曲子🥰好希望能在台灣開演唱會😢

@mannendake9904 4 сағат бұрын

For English speakers, a song translation. Some concepts were modified for readability, as they do not have strict English equivalents: As night falls, a rouge-laden boat drifts into the capital, dispersed by wind, more twisting than melancholy. It meets with the dress of a traveler outside of a tavern, and wafts past my shoulders, yet remain unrelated to me. Stopping by winding rivers, on banks of flutes and lyres, passerby lift their umbrellas to the foggy moon, seeking passage to the other side. Only the snow that drifts like cranes' feathers embrace me out of the gate, at the turn of the new year, as lights return to every inn. I listen to the bells of a tower, beyond the edge of heaven, colder than the coldest peaks, alone between heaven and earth, sorrow seizes me. And now, drifting into sleep amidst cold curtains, my memories scattered, half of those I have once dreamed of are long gone. My dreams bring me back to the night of festivities, on bustling streets filled with lotus lanterns, which of those sounds was you calling out to me? Rearranging my robes, ink on my brush, only a verse of disconsolation flows forth; I suddenly remember that, even the poems I first learned, have now been half forgotten. Only the snow that drifts like cranes' feathers embrace me out of the gate, at the turn of the new year, as lights return to every inn. I listen to the bells of a tower, beyond the edge of heaven, colder than the coldest peaks, alone between heaven and earth, sorrow seizes me. Who is it, after so many years, on the riverbanks of spring, stumble with every step, and look to me without recognizing me. And who, in freezing clothing, on a lonely street as the lanterns dim, still waits for me to look back? Who was it who once said that all rivers led to the capital, and that the triumphant raft will return, as the plum blossoms grow yellow? And who else, with a faint smile, said one only knows of earth's wideness, after leaving one's home? O traveler on your horse, do not look back.