石頭記 (演奏版) - 達明一派 Übersetzung ins Englische

石頭記 (演奏版)

看遍了冷冷清風吹飄雪 漸厚
鞋踏破 路濕透
再看遍遠遠青山吹飛絮 弱柳
曾獨醉 病消瘦
聽遍那渺渺世間輕飄送 樂韻
人獨舞 亂衣鬢
一心把思緒拋郤似虛如真
深院內舊夢復浮沉
一心把生關死劫與酒同飲
焉知那笑靨藏淚印

絲絲點點計算 偏偏相差太遠
兜兜轉轉 化作段段塵緣
紛紛擾擾作嫁 春宵暖暖變卦
真真假假 悉悲歡恩怨原是詐

絲絲點點計算 偏偏相差太遠
兜兜轉轉 化作段段塵緣
紛紛擾擾作嫁 春宵暖暖變卦
真真假假 悉悲歡恩怨原是詐

聽遍那渺渺世間輕飄送 樂韻
人獨舞 亂衣鬢
一心把思緒拋郤似虛如真
深院內舊夢復浮沉
一心把生關死劫與酒同飲
焉知那笑靨藏淚印

絲絲點點計算 偏偏相差太遠
兜兜轉轉 化作段段塵緣
紛紛擾擾作嫁 春宵暖暖變卦
真真假假 花色香皆看化

絲絲點點計算 偏偏相差太遠
兜兜轉轉 化作段段塵緣
紛紛擾擾作嫁 春宵暖暖變卦
真真假假 花色香皆看化

A Dream of Red Mansions (Instrumental Version)

I have seen the cold and gloomy wind blowing the snow, becoming denser
My shoes are worn out, the road is soaked
I look again at the distant green mountains being blown by snowflakes, weak willows
I was once drunk and sick and thin
I have listened to the ethereal melodies drifting through the world
I dance alone with my clothes in disarray
I try to cast aside my thoughts, like the illusion of reality
In the deep courtyard, old dreams resurface
I drink away my life and death with alcohol
How could I have known that your smiling face hides tears?

I calculate every little bit, but it's always too far off
Going round and round, it turns into a tale of mortal karma
The hustle and bustle is a wedding, the warm spring night turns cold
True and false, all the joys and sorrows and grudges are deceptions

I calculate every little bit, but it's always too far off
Going round and round, it turns into a tale of mortal karma
The hustle and bustle is a wedding, the warm spring night turns cold
True and false, all the joys and sorrows and grudges are deceptions

I have listened to the ethereal melodies drifting through the world
I dance alone with my clothes in disarray
I try to cast aside my thoughts, like the illusion of reality
In the deep courtyard, old dreams resurface
I drink away my life and death with alcohol
How could I have known that your smiling face hides tears?

I calculate every little bit, but it's always too far off
Going round and round, it turns into a tale of mortal karma
The hustle and bustle is a wedding, the warm spring night turns cold
True and false, the colors, fragrances, and appearances are all illusions

I calculate every little bit, but it's always too far off
Going round and round, it turns into a tale of mortal karma
The hustle and bustle is a wedding, the warm spring night turns cold
True and false, the colors, fragrances, and appearances are all illusions