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歲歲紅蓮

薄雲萬里，浮雪千重，玉樹飛花
都只是譬如初見，冰清無暇
纏死銀釧，垂鈴輿帳，茜素紅紗
願不願鮮花著錦，鸞車待嫁
灼灼紅蓮，耀目朱裙元夕結了蕊
冷毒香醉，鉛粉飾面以情根搗碎
夏華淩寒，破冰一綻正歇盡芳菲
一歲一歲，顧不得人間久別不成悲
似毒蛇蘇醒漫漫冬眠
纏繞在不盈一握楚腰間
誰在春溫秋肅之中馥鬱冶豔
卻褪去斑駁畫皮顧影自伶
金磚吹屑，紅粉骷髏，綠鬢華髮
倒不負錦瑟韶光，唯此無它
襤褸旌幡，枯閑池館，聚散流沙
是不是錦繡頹老，再無牽掛
亭亭紅蓮，曾以冬夜凝香為封賜
碧水清池，凍泥融雪不合種相思
此心枯渴，其非望梅飲鳩就能止
一歲一蘇，只留得殘荷藕斷連成絲
似毒蛇蘇醒漫漫冬眠
纏繞在不盈一握楚腰間
誰在春溫秋肅之中馥鬱冶豔
卻褪去斑駁畫皮顧影自伶
挑破利刃邊陳痂硬繭
綻放在纖如柔荑十指尖
良辰美景，割膚刺血抿于唇邊
滄海巫雲 又如何能心照不宜

Year after Year Crimson Lotus

Thin clouds and miles of snow, icy flowers dance
Just like our first encounter, untainted
Silver bracelets, tasselled carriage, and red silk
Would you like to wear a flower-decorated dress, in a carriage awaiting marriage
A radiant crimson lotus, a bright red dress, the first bloom of the Lantern Festival
Poisonous perfume intoxicates, lead powder adorns your face, mixed with the essence of love
Summer flowers withstand the cold, breaking through the ice, just as their fragrance fades
Year after year, forget the sorrow of long separation
Like a venomous snake awakening from hibernation
Coiling around your slender waist
Who is it, in the midst of spring and autumn, rich and intoxicating
Yet shedding the colorful disguise, looking at my own reflection
Gold bricks, red powder, and green hair
Indeed, deserving of the beauty and youth
Tattered banners, desolate ponds, drifting sand
Is it the decline of beauty, leaving no more attachment
The crimson lotus, once given as a gift, carried the fragrance of winter nights
Clear water and icy pond, frozen mud and melted snow, incompatible with love
My heart is parched, my desire cannot be quenched
Year after year, only withered lotus leaves and broken stems remain
Like a venomous snake awakening from hibernation
Coiling around your slender waist
Who is it, in the midst of spring and autumn, rich and intoxicating
Yet shedding the colorful disguise, looking at my own reflection
Breaking through the scabbed and hardened edges of sharp blades
Blossoming at the tips of my slender fingers
In good times and beautiful scenery, I cut my skin and taste my own blood
How can the clouds and the sea understand my unspoken feelings