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风 铃

谁 仍与风铃
披起深夜和星影
怀 迷悯心情
静待黎明的背影
谁 呆听风铃
轻轻复述微风声
铃 摇晃不停
就像遥遥的笑声
你在从前赠我这串小风铃
临行并说愿铃赐幸运平静
我问无涯晚空
何时重遇你
夜 仍静默没声
唯怀倦听了又听
用心倾听
你紧握过的那小风铃
然后当听着你在我面前
再叙述着朦胧梦境
仍然在听了又听
夜风一日未停
仍愿独荡入自编的隽永
年月纵去无留声
亦独与泪影
风里偷听

谁 仍与风铃
披起深夜和星影
怀 迷悯心情
静待黎明的背影
谁 呆听风铃
轻轻复述微风声
铃 摇晃不停
就像遥遥的笑声
你在从前赠我这串小风铃
临行并说愿铃赐幸运平静
我问无涯晚空
何时重遇你
夜 仍静默没声
唯怀倦听了又听
用心倾听
你紧握过的那小风铃
然后当听着你在我面前
再叙述着朦胧梦境
仍然在听了又听
夜风一日未停
仍愿独荡入自编的隽永
年月纵去无留声
亦独与泪影
风里偷听
无尽细碎铜铃声
旧日纵没声

Wind Chimes

Who still plays the wind chimes
Under the night sky and stars
怀 a compassionate heart
Quietly waiting for daybreak
Who listens to the wind chimes
Gently repeating the whisper of the breeze
The chimes swing incessantly
Like distant laughter
You once gave me this set of wind chimes
Saying that they would bring me luck and peace
I asked the boundless night sky
When will I see you again
The night remains silent
Only my heart is tired of listening
Listening intently
To the wind chimes that you once held in your hand
And when I hear you before me
Talking about your hazy dreams
I still listen attentively
The night wind doesn't stop for a day
I still wish to swing alone in my composed serenity
Even though the years pass by silently
I am still alone with my tears
Listening attentively in the wind

Who still plays the wind chimes
Under the night sky and stars
怀 a compassionate heart
Quietly waiting for daybreak
Who listens to the wind chimes
Gently repeating the whisper of the breeze
The chimes swing incessantly
Like distant laughter
You once gave me this set of wind chimes
Saying that they would bring me luck and peace
I asked the boundless night sky
When will I see you again
The night remains silent
Only my heart is tired of listening
Listening intently
To the wind chimes that you once held in your hand
And when I hear you before me
Talking about your hazy dreams
I still listen attentively
The night wind doesn't stop for a day
I still wish to swing alone in my composed serenity
Even though the years pass by silently
I am still alone with my tears
Listening attentively in the wind
Endless rustling of the copper chimes
Even though the past is silent