Текст и перевод песни 河圖 - 第三十八年夏至

第三十八年夏至

衰草连横向晚晴
半城柳色半声笛
枉将绿蜡作红玉
满座衣冠无相忆
时光 来复去
斜屏半倚 拉长了光影
重彩朱漆 斑驳了画意
一出纸醉金迷闹剧
一袭染尽红尘的衣
唱罢西厢谁盼得此生相许
灯下的影 粉饰着回忆
老旧唱机 轮回了思绪
一封泛黄褶皱的信
一支勾勒眉角的笔
花腔婉转着应和陈年的曲
衣香鬓影掩过了几声叹息
冷眼看过了霓虹机场别离
他还演着那场郎骑竹马来的戏
他还穿着那件花影重叠的衣
他还陷在那段隔世经年的梦
静静合衣睡去 不理朝夕
灯下的影 粉饰着回忆
老旧唱机 轮回了思绪
一封泛黄褶皱的信
一支勾勒眉角的笔
花腔婉转着应和陈年的曲
衣香鬓影掩过了几声叹息
冷眼看过了霓虹机场别离
他还演着那场郎骑竹马来的戏
他还穿着那件花影重叠的衣
他还陷在那段隔世经年的梦
静静合衣睡去 不理朝夕
他演尽了悲欢也无人相和的戏
那烛火未明摇曳满地的冷清
他摇落了繁花空等谁记起
为梦送行的人 仍未散去
还有谁陪我痴迷看这场旧戏
还有谁为我而停谁拌我如衣

Summer Solstice of the Thirty-Eighth Year

Weeds stretch out towards evening's twilight hues,
City streets lined with willows, echoing flutes.
In vain, we used green wax to make red jade,
A hall of well-dressed strangers, none to reminisce.
Time's current ebbs and flows,
A tilted screen, half reclined, stretching shadows long.
Deeply painted cinnabar, a faded painting.
A drunken, debauched play acted out,
A garment stained with worldly dust.
After singing Western Chamber, who awaits a lifelong promise?
Shadows under the lamp, adorning memories,
An old record player's needle spinning thoughts.
A yellowed, wrinkled letter,
A brush that once drew the lines of your brow.
Arias echo the melodies of old,
Floral fragrance and sideburns drown out stifled sighs.
I coldly gazed upon neon-lit airport farewells,
He still plays the role of a youth riding a bamboo horse,
Still wearing a gown covered in overlapping floral shadows,
Still lost in that dream from a forgotten past.
Sleeping soundly, dressed, ignoring the passage of time,
Shadows under the lamp, adorning memories,
An old record player's needle spinning thoughts.
A yellowed, wrinkled letter,
A brush that once drew the lines of your brow.
Arias echo the melodies of old,
Floral fragrance and sideburns drown out stifled sighs.
I coldly gazed upon neon-lit airport farewells,
He still plays the role of a youth riding a bamboo horse,
Still wearing a gown covered in overlapping floral shadows,
Still lost in that dream from a forgotten past.
Sleeping soundly, dressed, ignoring the passage of time,
He plays his part, full of joy and sorrow, with no one to sing along.
Candlelight flickers, casting a chill across the desolate floor.
Flowers fall, scattered, forgotten, awaiting remembrance.
People who bid farewell to dreams linger,
Who will join me in this infatuation, watching this old play?
Who will pause for me, who will accompany me like a garment?