Текст и перевод песни 李玉剛 - 逐夢令

逐夢令

檀香引 窗花透窗櫺
暗夜臨 剪紙憶剪影
我參透 斑白了髮鬢
故事嶙峋 心不平 曰命
如意輕 屏風靜 冷清
北風行 古道遺 孤亭
今生繁華杳然空井 紅塵愛恨無根浮萍
風化虛名我歸隱
逐夢令 浮生半醒
誰薄命 嘆傾城盛名
我微醺 面北思君
等天明 憔悴入銅鏡
檀香引 窗花透窗櫺
暗夜臨 剪紙憶剪影
我參透 斑白了髮鬢
故事嶙峋 心不平 曰命
娥眉顰 愁為鄰 緣盡
我子夜淚滿襟 不信
伊人重情秋色入林 奈何姻緣如葉飄零
而我倉皇前世尋
逐夢令 浮生半醒
誰聆聽 我心事入琴
弦外音 撥亂曾經
絲竹輕 卻重重傷心
逐夢令 浮生半醒
誰薄命 嘆傾城盛名
我微醺 面北思君
等天明 憔悴入銅鏡
逐夢令 浮生半醒
誰聆聽 我心事入琴
弦外音 撥亂曾經
絲竹輕 卻重重傷心

逐夢令

The fragrant wood leads to the window flowers penetrating the window lattice.
The dark night is coming, the paper-cut remembers the shadow play.
I see through it, my hair has turned gray.
The story is rugged, my heart is not peaceful, this is fate.
The wishful is light, the screen is quiet, and it is cold and clear.
The north wind blows, the ancient road is left behind, and the lonely pavilion.
The prosperity of this world is gone in the empty well, the love and hate in the world are rootless duckweed.
The vanity has faded away, and I have returned to seclusion.
Chasing dream orders, half awake in life.
Who is so unfortunate? I sigh for the famous and prosperous name of the倾城.
I am slightly drunk, facing north and thinking of you.
I wait for the dawn, and my haggard face is reflected in the bronze mirror.
The fragrant wood leads to the window flowers penetrating the window lattice.
The dark night is coming, the paper-cut remembers the shadow play.
I see through it, my hair has turned gray.
The story is rugged, my heart is not peaceful, this is fate.
The beautiful eyebrows are frowned, worry is my neighbor, the fate is over.
I am in tears at midnight, I don't believe it.
The beautiful woman's love is like the autumn colors entering the forest. Why is the marriage like the leaves falling?
And I am in a hurry to find my previous life.
Chasing dream orders, half awake in life.
Who listens to my heart into the piano.
The sound outside the strings disturbs the past.
The strings and bamboo are light, but they are very sad.
Chasing dream orders, half awake in life.
Who is so unfortunate? I sigh for the famous and prosperous name of the倾城.
I am slightly drunk, facing north and thinking of you.
I wait for the dawn, and my haggard face is reflected in the bronze mirror.
Chasing dream orders, half awake in life.
Who listens to my heart into the piano.
The sound outside the strings disturbs the past.
The strings and bamboo are light, but they are very sad.