Paroles et traduction 吾恩 - 煮酒聽雨

煮酒聽雨

雨夜，我有故事，你有酒吗？
剑入鞘 月光姣 剑阁雨 落眼角
此心渺 却听闻 幽州狼 也寂寥
白衣人 蓑衣老 夜色浓 酒正好
天下事 何妨 一剑挑
暮风吹过长旗 酒馆里侠客来去
三四故事抵过 酒账二两一
他言江湖如戏 一梦唏嘘 可说不可忆
清醒之后 又入迷
夜雨下透别离 桨声忽远又靠近
檐下煮酒之际 谁拨弄弦音
管他一草一木 皆为菩提 聚散有天意
且凭 一剑斩破天际
剑入鞘 月光姣 剑阁雨 落眼角
此心渺 却听闻 幽州狼 也寂寥
白衣人 蓑衣老 夜色浓 酒正好
天下事 何妨 一剑挑
业火烧过归墟 来年里又添新绿
挥墨写下绝句 封笔触伤心
他言红尘如戏 生死何惧 只叹未相惜
初春如画 画中你
夜雨扰乱思绪 旧伤牵动着回忆
曲终人散之际 谁布玲珑棋
管他上天入地
满目苍夷 注定狼烟起
我用 一剑斩破天际
剑入鞘 月光姣 剑阁雨 落眼角
此心渺 却听闻 幽州狼 也寂寥
白衣人 蓑衣老 夜色浓 酒正好
天下事 何妨 一剑挑
酌酒三杯 细听阁外夜雨声声脆
烛光映出 何人心中鬼魅
剑出鞘 引龙啸 传说再 添新角
此心渺
剑出鞘 引龙啸 传说再 添新角
此心渺
却长笑 这一生 多狂傲
白衣人 蓑衣老 夜色浓 酒正好
天下事 何妨 一剑挑
雨歇 天光 已亮起
落子 再一局

Listening to the Rain While Drinking Wine

A rainy night, I have a story, do you have wine?
My sword is sheathed, the moonlight is bright, rain falls on the sword pavilion, and tears well in my eyes.
My heart feels adrift, but I hear that even the lone wolf of Youzhou feels lonely.
A man in white, an old man in a straw raincoat, the night is thick, the wine is just right.
What does the world matter? Let's face it with a single sword.
The evening wind blows past the long banners, knights come and go in the tavern.
Three or four stories make up the wine bill of two taels and one.
He says the world of Jianghu is like a play, a dream full of sighs, that can be told but not remembered.
After sobering up, I fall into a trance again.
The night rain soaks through the parting, the sound of oars suddenly fades and draws near.
Under the eaves, while we drink wine, who is playing the strings?
It doesn't matter if it's a blade of grass or a tree, they are all Bodhi, gathering and scattering is left to fate.
Let me cut through the sky with a single sword.
My sword is sheathed, the moonlight is bright, rain falls on the sword pavilion, and tears well in my eyes.
My heart feels adrift, but I hear that even the lone wolf of Youzhou feels lonely.
A man in white, an old man in a straw raincoat, the night is thick, the wine is just right.
What does the world matter? Let's face it with a single sword.
The flames of karma have burned through the ruins, and new greenery will grow next year.
I write a jueju poem in ink, but stop writing when my brush touches my heartache.
He says the mortal world is like a play, why fear life and death? I only sigh that we haven't cherished each other.
You are like a painting in early spring.
The night rain disturbs my thoughts, old wounds tug at memories.
As the music ends and people disperse, who sets up the intricate chessboard?
It doesn't matter if I go to heaven or earth,
My eyes are filled with devastation, war is destined to arise.
I will cut through the sky with a single sword.
My sword is sheathed, the moonlight is bright, rain falls on the sword pavilion, and tears well in my eyes.
My heart feels adrift, but I hear that even the lone wolf of Youzhou feels lonely.
A man in white, an old man in a straw raincoat, the night is thick, the wine is just right.
What does the world matter? Let's face it with a single sword.
I sip three cups of wine and listen carefully to the crisp sound of the night rain outside the pavilion.
The candlelight reveals the demons in someone's heart.
My sword is unsheathed, summoning the dragon's roar, adding a new chapter to the legend.
My heart feels adrift,
My sword is unsheathed, summoning the dragon's roar, adding a new chapter to the legend.
My heart feels adrift,
But I laugh, how arrogant I have been in this life.
A man in white, an old man in a straw raincoat, the night is thick, the wine is just right.
What does the world matter? Let's face it with a single sword.
The rain stops, the sky is already bright.
Let's play another game.