Текст и перевод песни 徐良 - 風雨蕭瑟

風雨蕭瑟

绫罗袖空自舞 我客坐举杯处
看你一颦一笑一殊途
一丈珠帘相隔 却似迢迢千辙
把酒穿肠破肚又奈何
宫廷繁花百烛 惘然春秋几度
寻遍一山一河一寸土
别时寒窗陋竹 逢时烟雨楼图
该剔情愫 七分却入骨
月下起舞 伊人可还记得路 旧居处
三更落雨 四更花离树
朝朝暮暮 抚琴栽竹扫叶路 益橘树
怕伊人归来叹已不故
蓦然风雨萧瑟 情已深 难自赦
红尘阑珊天地两相隔
离人几岁荣枯 风雨过折柳处
如泣 如诉 如怨 如恸哭
月下起舞 伊人可还记得路 旧居处
三更落雨 四更花离树
朝朝暮暮 抚琴栽竹扫叶路 益橘树
怕伊人归来叹已不故
月下起舞 伊人可还记得路 旧居处
三更落雨 四更花离树
朝朝暮暮 抚琴栽竹扫叶路 益橘树
怕伊人归来叹已不故
怕伊人归来叹已不故

Wind and Rain

In silken sleeves, you dance alone, while I, a guest, raise my cup,
Watching your every frown, every smile, a different path we tread.
A curtain of pearls separates us, yet feels like a thousand miles,
Wine pierces through my gut, but what can be done?
Amidst palace blooms and hundreds of candles, I ponder the fleeting seasons,
Searching every mountain, every river, every inch of land.
We parted by a cold window, amidst humble bamboo, now reunited amidst painted towers and misty rain,
I should discard these feelings, yet seven parts remain deep within my bones.
Dancing beneath the moon, do you still recall the path, our old dwelling place?
At the third watch, rain falls, at the fourth, flowers leave the trees.
Morning and night, I play the qin, plant bamboo, sweep fallen leaves, and tend to the orange trees,
Fearing that upon your return, you'll sigh at the changes.
Suddenly, wind and rain turn bleak, my love runs deep, forgiveness is hard to find.
The mortal world dims, heaven and earth stand apart,
The departed one, through years of prosperity and decline, by the willow where the wind and rain pass,
Like weeping, like lamenting, like resentment, like wailing cries.
Dancing beneath the moon, do you still recall the path, our old dwelling place?
At the third watch, rain falls, at the fourth, flowers leave the trees.
Morning and night, I play the qin, plant bamboo, sweep fallen leaves, and tend to the orange trees,
Fearing that upon your return, you'll sigh at the changes.
Dancing beneath the moon, do you still recall the path, our old dwelling place?
At the third watch, rain falls, at the fourth, flowers leave the trees.
Morning and night, I play the qin, plant bamboo, sweep fallen leaves, and tend to the orange trees,
Fearing that upon your return, you'll sigh at the changes.
Fearing that upon your return, you'll sigh at the changes.