Vocaloid Original Songs - Yue Xi Jiang lyrics
rate meri mu jiang shui yuan ru ye sui feng qian
qiu ye luan shui yue shu ying yi chuang bian
ye mo xiang wei mian xun hua qing yi juan
chou shang wan liu yue si nian liang chu xianni de mei wang chuan dong qu liu shui
wen rou zen nai chang ye lan feng bing xue
hua jian lei sa luo zai piao ling jian
man shan ku hong de ye ren feng suiwan feng an fu liu di sheng can
kan hong ye qiu se ran
piao ling man jiang qian li feng shuang
fu shou yi hang mo li sha bu jue yan zhi shang
lei yan jiang qing sashui yi ran chang liu mo xiang ban
meng yi wan qiu shui zhang
yan zi hui shi chou duan ren chang
lei yi man chang ye zhi shang
shan shui liang mang mang
shui ba qin sheng tangni de mei wang chuan dong qu liu shui
wen rou zen nai chang ye lan feng bing xue
hua jian lei sa luo zai piao ling jian
man shan ku hong de ye ren feng suiwan feng an fu liu di sheng can
kan hong ye qiu se ran
piao ling man jiang qian li feng shuang
fu shou yi hang mo li sha bu jue yan zhi shang
lei yan jiang qing salei yi man chang ye zhi shang
shan shui liang mang mang
shui ba qin sheng tangwan feng an fu liu di sheng can
kan hong ye qiu se ran
piao ling man jiang qian li feng shuang
fu shou yi hang mo li sha bu jue yan zhi shang
lei yan jiang qing sa
English translation
As the sun sets far into the river, I enter the night with the wind.
The autumn leaves distort the moon's reflection, I sit beside my window weakly.
Night jasmines are not yet asleep, but I've grown weary of searching for flowers.
Shone by the moon, I lament under a willow tree at night, thinking about my lover.Even the great river flowing east is no match for your beauty.
No tenderness can withstand a long night of a frigid stormy snow.
The flowers' tears fall, scatter, and vanish.
The leaves in the mountain, with their eyes wept red, are blown away by the wind.The night's breeze caresses the willow trees. Only the sound of the flute remains.
Red leaves, dyed in autumn's color,
scatter into the great river and flow for thousands of miles.
A veil of jasmine flowers are not aware of the pain of a maiden's transient life.
My tears begin to pour into the river.The water still flows on without a companion.
The dream is old, and the autumn water's elevated.
By the time when the geese migrate back, I'm already tormented by my grief.
My tears have been flowing for too long in this night as I hold up my wine cup.
We, just like the mountains and the waters, are both weary of longing.
The river carried off the sound of my guqin.Even the great river that flows east is no match for your beauty.
No tenderness can withstand a long night of a frigid stormy snow.
The flowers' tears fall, scatter, and vanish.
The leaves in the mountain, with their eyes wept red, are blown away by the wind.The night's breeze caresses the willow trees. Only the sound of the flute remains.
Red leaves, dyed in autumn's color,
scatter into the great river and flow for thousands of miles.
A veil of jasmine flowers are not aware of the pain of a maiden's transient life.
My tears begin to pour into the river.My tears have been flowing for too long in this night as I hold up my wine cup.
We, just like the mountains and the waters, are both weary of longing.
The river carried off the sound of my guqin.The night's breeze caresses the willow trees. Only the sound of the flute remains.
Red leaves, dyed in autumn's color,
scatter into the great river and flow for thousands of miles.
A veil of jasmine flowers are not aware of the pain of a maiden's transient life.
My tears begin to pour into the river.
