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Biên tập viên
Chu Tước Nhai
风举 寒衣
凝视褪色的风景
谁在 空庭
暗啼暮雪和朝夕
太 期待
才让心化作尘埃
风举 寒衣
纤手成霞青釭影
穿过那条小路
经过那棵大树
有座遗失的院落
曾经多少故事
岁月沧桑嘲弄
一羽鸿书衾边斜
听胡笳吟 这痴人曲
千行泪痕 无处话凉凄
点点蹄铃踏梦
归来长安月朦胧
空城碎梦
The wind swiftly rises; [I'm dressed in] winter clothes.
[I] gaze fixedly at the scenery whose colors have faded.
Who is [in] the empty courtyard,
Weeping to [her]self [about] the dusk snow and the morning and the night.
It is because [I] held too much anticipation
That [my] heart has turned into dust.
The wind swiftly rises; [I'm dressed in] winter clothes.
[My] delicate hands become rosy clouds in the shadow of the lamp that casts cool light
Across that small road,
Past that big tree,
There is a lost courtyard.
Once upon a time, how many stories [had taken place there]?
The [passing] time [brings about] great changes and makes fun of [those stories].
A letter sent home [by you] rests slantedly next to the quilt.
Listening to the nomad flute sing this song about a sentimental fool,
A thousand trails of tear stains [are upon my face]. [I] have no one to whom [I can] speak of [my] sad and cold loneliness.
[With] the small ringing sounds of hoof bells, [I] embark upon a dream.
[Upon my] return, the moon [over] Chang'an is hazy.
[But] the city is empty and the dream has been shattered.