Текст и перевод песни 河圖 - 兰陵殇

兰陵殇

兰陵殇
原著：一魔温婉
朔气金柝夤夜残蜡
枕戈待旦红衣怒马
长安的歌化身哪粒沙
千年遥望盛世如古画
谁翻诗经翻出霜华
谁叹契阔弦断声哑
谁沙场点兵横戈跃马
谁边声百战血染金甲
乱世仓皇生死喧哗
远去天涯 唱谁家佳话
兰陵长卷无双风华
青梅缭乱黯了竹马
鹫岭那道屋檐你还记得吗
曾有月光抚过你长发
时光的背影里我把年华饮下
落红无情 却为何人入画
邺城风沙迷了你的双眼吗
一程白雪开谢洛阳花 遍地生发
若如初见 温柔年岁缱绻芳华
朔气金柝夤夜残蜡
枕戈待旦红衣怒马
长安的歌化身哪粒沙
千年遥望盛世如古画
谁翻诗经翻出霜华
谁叹契阔弦断声哑
谁沙场点兵横戈跃马
谁边声百战血染金甲
乱世仓皇生死喧哗
远去天涯 唱谁家佳话
兰陵长卷无双风华
青梅缭乱黯了竹马
鹫岭那道屋檐你还记得吗
曾有月光抚过你长发
时光的背影里我把年华饮下
落红无情 却为何人入画
邺城风沙迷了你的双眼吗
一程白雪开谢洛阳花 遍地生发
若如初见 温柔年岁缱绻芳华
鹫岭那道屋檐你还记得吗
曾有月光抚过你长发
时光的背影里我把年华饮下
落红无情 却为何人入画
邺城风沙迷了你的双眼吗
一程白雪开谢洛阳花 遍地生发
若如初见 温柔年岁缱绻芳华
可愿携手天涯

Lanling Elegy

Lanling Elegy
Original: Yi Mo Wen Wan
The night is late and the wind is cold, the candle dimly burns.
With sword in hand, I wait for dawn, my red horse neighs.
The song of Chang'an has turned into a grain of sand.
For a thousand years, I have gazed upon the prosperous age as if it were an ancient painting.
Who reads the Book of Poetry and unlocks its frozen beauty?
Who sighs at the broken strings and the silenced sound?
Who commands the troops on the battlefield, brandishing their halberds and leaping upon their steeds?
Who has fought a hundred battles, their golden armor stained with blood?
In this chaotic world, life and death are but a noisy clamor.
Far away in the distant lands, who sings the tales of our glory?
The Lanling scroll unfolds, its elegance unmatched.
Unripe plums bloom in profusion, dimming the childhood sweetheart.
Do you still remember that eaves in Wuling?
Where moonlight once caressed your hair.
In the shadows of time, I have consumed the years.
The fallen flowers are heartless, yet they enter the painting.
Has the wind and sand of Yecheng clouded your vision?
Snow has fallen and melted, and the flowers of Luoyang are in full bloom.
If I could see you again, I would cherish the tender years and the fragrant flowers.
The night is late and the wind is cold, the candle dimly burns.
With sword in hand, I wait for dawn, my red horse neighs.
The song of Chang'an has turned into a grain of sand.
For a thousand years, I have gazed upon the prosperous age as if it were an ancient painting.
Who reads the Book of Poetry and unlocks its frozen beauty?
Who sighs at the broken strings and the silenced sound?
Who commands the troops on the battlefield, brandishing their halberds and leaping upon their steeds?
Who has fought a hundred battles, their golden armor stained with blood?
In this chaotic world, life and death are but a noisy clamor.
Far away in the distant lands, who sings the tales of our glory?
The Lanling scroll unfolds, its elegance unmatched.
Unripe plums bloom in profusion, dimming the childhood sweetheart.
Do you still remember that eaves in Wuling?
Where moonlight once caressed your hair.
In the shadows of time, I have consumed the years.
The fallen flowers are heartless, yet they enter the painting.
Has the wind and sand of Yecheng clouded your vision?
Snow has fallen and melted, and the flowers of Luoyang are in full bloom.
If I could see you again, I would cherish the tender years and the fragrant flowers.
Do you still remember that eaves in Wuling?
Where moonlight once caressed your hair.
In the shadows of time, I have consumed the years.
The fallen flowers are heartless, yet they enter the painting.
Has the wind and sand of Yecheng clouded your vision?
Snow has fallen and melted, and the flowers of Luoyang are in full bloom.
If I could see you again, I would cherish the tender years and the fragrant flowers.
Would you walk with me through the distant lands?