Текст и перевод песни 李曉東 - 我心常自在 (Live)

我心常自在 (Live)

江河人海
山巔雲海
游走掠過 盡收眼底
依稀昨日 枉廢風華的那個我
睡夢中翩翩翱翔
朝花夕拾 何為境隨心意轉
杯杯思緒悠遊淌樣
我心常自在 只求常自在
喜怒哀樂泡影
我心常自在 願人間自在
繁華錦繡迤邐
來者何來
去者過客
赤子初心 藏初心裡詞
(間奏)
古人去矣
翰墨猶在
我等承載 幾千年矣
琴瑟畫卷 如若能穿越這世界
念念之間來也去也
賢聖殷然 嘆誦詩書的那些話
沒忘卻歷歷在耳
我心常自在 只求常自在
喜怒哀樂泡影
我心常自在 願人間自在
繁華錦繡迤邐
來者何來
去者過客
赤子紅塵 藏初心裡
(間奏)
琴瑟畫卷 如若能穿越這世界
念念之間來也去也
賢聖殷然 嘆誦詩書的那些話
沒忘卻歷歷在耳
我心常自在 只求常自在
喜怒哀樂泡影
我心常自在 願人間自在
繁華錦繡迤邐
來者何來
去者過客
赤子紅塵 藏初心裡
藏初心裡

My Heart Is Always Free (Live)

Across rivers and seas of people,
Over mountain peaks and clouds,
Wandering and fleeting, taking it all in,
I vaguely recall the me of yesterday, who wasted his prime.
In my sleep, I soar gracefully,
Picking up the flowers of the morning and evening, what does it mean when the environment changes with the heart?
Cups of thoughts flow leisurely,
My heart is always free, I only seek constant freedom.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are but bubbles,
My heart is always free, I wish for the world to be free.
Prosperity and embroidery stretch on,
Where do those who come come from?
Those who leave are but passersby,
The innocent heart hides its original intention within its words.
(Interlude)
The ancients are gone,
Their writings remain,
We carry them, for thousands of years.
If only the zither, the painting, could traverse this world,
Between thoughts, coming and going,
The sages solemnly sighed, reciting those words from the books,
Not forgetting, they ring clearly in my ears.
My heart is always free, I only seek constant freedom.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are but bubbles,
My heart is always free, I wish for the world to be free.
Prosperity and embroidery stretch on,
Where do those who come come from?
Those who leave are but passersby,
The innocent heart hides its original intention within the mortal world.
(Interlude)
If only the zither, the painting, could traverse this world,
Between thoughts, coming and going,
The sages solemnly sighed, reciting those words from the books,
Not forgetting, they ring clearly in my ears.
My heart is always free, I only seek constant freedom.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are but bubbles,
My heart is always free, I wish for the world to be free.
Prosperity and embroidery stretch on,
Where do those who come come from?
Those who leave are but passersby,
The innocent heart hides its original intention within the mortal world.
Hides its original intention within.