Текст и перевод песни 河圖 - 隐

隐

隐
我一生无题 多情都不提
看多画楼歌台景 惯多赋别离
浮萍无踪迹 汲汲空浮名
我愿醉后复醒 当垆仍是你
借我一程 珠箔飘灯
隔雨相望 寥落白门
又辗转几度 光阴几轮
叹风华一瞬 涤荡浮尘
信托孤鸿 去处不问
一杯清茶 了我长恨
席上管弦声 清清冷冷
点透灵犀铭刻此夜星辰
旧时节雨纷纷 黄叶下青苔痕
隔墙问白头人 可有人寻问
你已乘鲤鱼去 只留红泪一滴
落一砚朱笔临霜化绝句
旧庭门影深深 西窗缠绕枯藤
今年忆前年春 夜雨忆星辰
若早知意难平 夙梦空付流景
不如就与你执手锦瑟不相离
晴夜花著锦 相对摇烛影
庭前瑟瑟树影移 一桃复一李
你灯下裁衣 覆一生记忆
去时花满枝垂地 归来雨满襟
借我一程 珠箔飘灯
隔雨相望 寥落白门
又辗转几度 光阴几轮
叹风华一瞬 涤荡浮尘
信托孤鸿 去处不问
一杯清茶 了我长恨
席上管弦声 清清冷冷
点透灵犀铭刻此夜星辰
旧时节雨纷纷 黄叶下青苔痕
隔墙问白头人 可有人寻问
你已乘鲤鱼去 只留红泪一滴
落一砚朱笔临霜化绝句
旧庭门影深深 西窗缠绕枯藤
今年忆前年春 夜雨忆星辰
若早知意难平 夙梦空付流景
不如就与你执手锦瑟不相离
旧庭门影深深 西窗缠绕枯藤
今年忆前年春 夜雨忆星辰
若早知意难平 夙梦空付流景
不如就与你执手锦瑟不相离
我一生无题 心事难题
我落款名隐 留残荷听雨

Seclusion

Seclusion
My life holds no name, my heart's desire is unsaid
I gaze upon the many sights of painted halls and high balconies, and I'm accustomed to writing odes to separation
A duckweed with no trace, I hurriedly pursue an empty reputation
I hope to awaken from my drunkenness, and when I do, you will still be at the bar
Lend me a hand, through the beaded curtains and the floating lanterns
We gaze at each other from across the rain, in the desolate white gate
Once again, I've traveled many times, through the cycles of time
I lament the fleeting beauty of a moment, and the sweeping away of worldly cares
I entrust my hopes to the solitary goose, not asking of its destination
A cup of clear tea soothes my lingering sorrow
The sound of the zither and strings resonate in the hall, clear and cold
Through the perceptive mind, this night's stars are forever etched
Rain falls heavily as before, yellow leaves and traces of green moss below
Inquiring through the wall about the gray-haired person, does anyone seek them?
You have departed on a carp, leaving only a crimson tear
I drop a cinnabar brush in the inkwell, transforming it into a poem
The old courtyard door's silhouette is profound, withered vines entwine the west window
This year, I recall the spring of the previous year, the night rain reminds me of the stars
If only I had known that my feelings would be so tumultuous, my dreams in vain for the passing scene
It would have been better to have held your hand, to be inseparable, like a zither and its melody
On a clear night, the flowers are as vibrant as锦瑟, we face each other under the swaying candlelight
In the courtyard, the shadows of the trees sway gently, one peach blossom after another
Under the lamp, you cut and sew clothes, preserving a lifetime of memories
When you left, the flowers were in full bloom, reaching the ground; when you returned, your clothes were drenched with rain
Lend me a hand, through the beaded curtains and the floating lanterns
We gaze at each other from across the rain, in the desolate white gate
Once again, I've traveled many times, through the cycles of time
I lament the fleeting beauty of a moment, and the sweeping away of worldly cares
I entrust my hopes to the solitary goose, not asking of its destination
A cup of clear tea soothes my lingering sorrow
The sound of the zither and strings resonate in the hall, clear and cold
Through the perceptive mind, this night's stars are forever etched
Rain falls heavily as before, yellow leaves and traces of green moss below
Inquiring through the wall about the gray-haired person, does anyone seek them?
You have departed on a carp, leaving only a crimson tear
I drop a cinnabar brush in the inkwell, transforming it into a poem
The old courtyard door's silhouette is profound, withered vines entwine the west window
This year, I recall the spring of the previous year, the night rain reminds me of the stars
If only I had known that my feelings would be so tumultuous, my dreams in vain for the passing scene
It would have been better to have held your hand, to be inseparable, like a zither and its melody
The old courtyard door's silhouette is profound, withered vines entwine the west window
This year, I recall the spring of the previous year, the night rain reminds me of the stars
If only I had known that my feelings would be so tumultuous, my dreams in vain for the passing scene
It would have been better to have held your hand, to be inseparable, like a zither and its melody
My life holds no name, its secrets are hard to decipher
I sign my name as "Seclusion," and I remain behind to listen to the rain falling on the lotus leaves