The Moon was Frosted (明月如霜英文版)歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : 秋疏
[00:00.000] 作曲 : 河图
[00:00.000]中文原词：冉语优
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[00:09.453]二胡：河图
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[00:12.958]编曲：王景
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[00:17.198]Brightly the moon shines on high
[00:24.199]Pure moonlight beacons in sky
[00:31.201]Who knows the dreams a wanderer enshrines
[00:35.460]Are still drawing hometown's outline
[00:47.198]With a case of books
[00:50.704]And half cup of wine
[00:54.699]I left for the strange land alone in farewell cries
[01:01.454]Standing on the prowI suddenly looked behind
[01:09.200]Into river the moon poured its shine
[01:20.706]On the Mid-autumn night
[01:24.200]Full moon was frosted to white
[01:27.706]I soaked in study with cold lamplight
[01:34.949]The roofs were dyed silver by moonshine
[01:42.449]While a glimmer of lights dyed the welkin outside
[01:49.207]The luna softly lit my surround
[01:52.956]Reminded me of old house at the old town
[01:56.950]The branches spring flowers bloomed on
[02:00.455]And the beams autumn swallows flew around
[02:04.208]Year over year a stray got lost
[02:07.702]Stealthily transposed mother tongue
[02:11.707]Folk may ask me where you're from
[02:15.202]Would they know I was raised by this ground
[02:34.209]My parents pawned clothes
[02:38.203]And traded food suplies
[02:41.708]To send letter to inquire my life
[02:49.208]Bumped across the seas the writing was blurred
[02:56.451]Head raised with tears out of eyes
[03:02.952]The moonlight took me in her arms
[03:06.958]I asked her where's my hometown
[03:10.453]On boat hearing the bellman's beat
[03:14.662]My consciousness slowly got numb
[03:17.656]Do not turn head however I want
[03:21.662]Reality will break all dreams down
[03:25.156]Through window I glanced the water by piers
[03:29.162]Seemed to be covered by hoarfrost in calm
[04:02.415]On the ether a jady rotund
[04:05.664]Its shine led the gaze homeward bound
[04:09.658]In a bowl of limpid river water
[04:12.910]My crusted gaunt in heart was drowned
[04:17.113]Better to make my yearning aground
[04:20.621]With decades surging without sound
[04:24.611]Something withered like autumn weeds
[04:28.121]By winds from birthland were my dreams drunk