中国戏剧 原声带 (歌曲歌词) • Part 3/25

李俊毅 ~ Suzaku Bridge (朱雀桥)

Song from Crush

Li Jun Yi: Yǔ luò zài wūyán tángqián guī yàn
Zhūquè qiáo biān chuán yǐ zǒu yuǎn
Bié jīng nián hé shí jiàn wǒ zài sǎn xià mòniàn
Wū yī xiàng jiān mùsè qiǎn
雨落在屋檐 堂前归燕
朱雀桥边 船已走远
别经年 何时见 我在伞下默念
乌衣巷间 暮色浅
The rain fell on the eaves and I returned to Yan in front of the
By the Zhuque Bridge, the boat has gone away
Don't wait for years, when will you see me, under the umbrella
Quietly reading in the alley of Wuyi, the dusk is light

Xiǎo lóu piāo chá yān bōnòng qín xián
Mòrán huíshǒu dié wǔ piānpiān
Mèng fúxiàn jiù huàmiàn jiǔ xǐng wú yán
Xiǎo fēng cányuè huā luò jǐ piàn
小楼飘茶烟 拨弄琴弦
蓦然回首 蝶舞翩翩
梦浮现 旧画面 酒醒无言
晓风残月 花落几片
Tea smoke in the small building, flicking the strings
Suddenly looking back, dancing and dancing
Dream appear, old picture, sober and speechless
Dawn and wanting, a few pieces of flowers fall

Tí bǐ shéi de róngyán liúlián zài wǒ zhǐ jiān
Wén tīng xī shàng dùjuān gùshì qī jué
Xià chán dōng xuě juānkè cóngqián
Duōshǎo chényuán fàn huáng shū jiān
Yòu yī nián liǔ yè dài fēng jiǎn
提笔谁的容颜 流连在我指尖
闻听溪上杜鹃 故事凄绝
夏蝉冬雪 镌刻从前
多少尘缘 泛黄书笺
又一年 柳叶待风剪
The face of whose face in lingering at my fingertips
I hear the cuckoo on the stream, the story is sad
Summer cicadas and winter snow engraved the past
How much dust is bound, yellowed paper
Another year, the willow leaves are waiting for the wind to cut

Xiǎo lóu piāo chá yān bōnòng qín xián
Mòrán huíshǒu dié wǔ piānpiān
Mèng fúxiàn jiù huàmiàn jiǔ xǐng wú yán
Xiǎo fēng cányuè huā luò jǐ piàn
小楼飘茶烟 拨弄琴弦
蓦然回首 蝶舞翩翩
梦浮现 旧画面 酒醒无言
晓风残月 花落几片
Tea smoke in the small building, flicking the strings
Suddenly looking back, dancing and dancing
Dream appear, old picture, sober and speechless
Dawn and wanting, a few pieces of flowers fall

Tí bǐ shéi de róngyán liúlián zài wǒ zhǐ jiān
Wén tīng xī shàng dùjuān gùshì qī jué
Xià chán dōng xuě juānkè cóngqián
Duōshǎo chényuán fàn huáng shū jiān
Yòu yī nián liǔ yè dài fēng jiǎn
提笔谁的容颜 流连在我指尖
闻听溪上杜鹃 故事凄绝
夏蝉冬雪 镌刻从前
多少尘缘 泛黄书笺
又一年 柳叶待风剪
The face of whose face in lingering at my fingertips
I hear the cuckoo on the stream, the story is sad
Summer cicadas and winter snow engraved the past
How much dust is bound, yellowed paper
Another year, the willow leaves are waiting for the wind to cut

Tí bǐ shéi de róngyán liúlián zài wǒ zhǐ jiān
Wén tīng xī shàng dùjuān gùshì qī jué
Xià chán dōng xuě juānkè cóngqián
Duōshǎo chényuán fàn huáng shū jiān
Yòu yī nián liǔ yè dài fēng jiǎn
提笔谁的容颜 流连在我指尖
闻听溪上杜鹃 故事凄绝
夏蝉冬雪 镌刻从前
多少尘缘 泛黄书笺
又一年 柳叶待风剪
The face of whose face in lingering at my fingertips
I hear the cuckoo on the stream, the story is sad
Summer cicadas and winter snow engraved the past
How much dust is bound, yellowed paper
Another year, the willow leaves are waiting for the wind to cut