Genius English Translations
Interesting - Hong Zhao Yuan (English Translation)
[Verse 1]
Carving raw flowers in my hand
The thousand revolutions of the blade meander into a painting
The famous tower of merit and virtue
It's someone somewhere beside the bridge
The spring breeze bypasses the red yarn at the hair ends
Embroidery given to him
Strong eyebrows intended for marriage makeup

[Pre-Chorus]
Flowing sand and white hair on the pillow
A stroke in the glass of wine
Being young and elеgant with gorgeous clothes on the mad horsеback
Is just for a moment
It is inevitable to miss the eaves of childhood
The unpredictable change
But after one faces the mountains and seas
They turn around calmly and fry tea

[Chorus]
One life long
Resend a piece of the past
Exile all hope
Only when I do absurd things
I remember your appearance
A body covered in frost
Who picks up the pen only to write two lines?
To exchange your safety
I would sell the vicissitudes of life
You still remain in my heart
[Verse 2]
At that time, there was a spring breeze to the south
One cut breaks the exquisite
I have to ask for a moment in the morning
Don't give up if you don't return for a long trip
How long is Dongjun being late
Count the silver threads on the temples
I'm afraid of street rouge
Snow-covered catkins stained with red

[Pre-Chorus]
Flowing sand and white hair on the pillow
A stroke in the glass of wine
Being young and elegant with gorgeous clothes on the mad horseback
Is just for a moment
It is inevitable to miss the eaves of childhood
The unpredictable change
But after one faces the mountains and seas
They turn around calmly and fry tea

[Chorus]
One life long
Resend a piece of the past
Exile all hope
Only when I do absurd things
I remember your appearance
A body covered in frost
Who picks up the pen only to write two lines?
To exchange your safety
I would sell the vicissitudes of life
You still remain in my heart
One life long
Resend a piece of the past
Exile all hope
Only when I do absurd things
I remember your appearance
A body covered in frost
Who picks up the pen only to write two lines?
To exchange your safety
I would sell the vicissitudes of life
You still remain in my heart