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兰亭序 – Jay Chou 周杰伦

Jay Chou 周杰伦

兰亭序 lyrics with English translation

Language
Chinese
Level
Advanced
Genre
Pop
Length
4:14
  1. 临帖 行书流水

    At Lanting, I write, my brush strokes flow like clouds and water.

  2. 细如脚步

    Under the moon, the door creaks open, my heart is as delicate as your light steps.

  3. 忙不迭 千年你的

    In a flurry, a thousand years of inscriptions are easy to carve, yet your beauty is hard to capture.

  4. 真心?

    True calligraphy is rare, but who can I give my sincere heart to?

  5. 牧笛横吹 黄酒小菜

    The shepherd's flute plays, with yellow wine and a few side dishes on the table.

  6. 夕阳余晖 你的羞怯

    The sunset's afterglow, like your shyness, leaves me in a daze.

  7. 摹本 不退

    It's easy to copy the original, yet the ink's fragrance lingers, sharing sweet memories with you.

  8. 一行朱砂 到底?

    A line of vermilion, who exactly does it encircle?

  9. 无关

    Unconcerned with the wind and moon, I write my preface, waiting for your return.

  10. 一绝 岸边

    With a poised brush, the masterpiece is done, as waves crash a thousand times on that distant shore.

  11. ? 都不?

    How to understand love? No matter how I write, it doesn't feel right.

  12. 独缺一生了解

    Yet I'm missing only your understanding throughout my life.

  13. 无关

    It’s unrelated to the wind and moon; I write my verses waiting for your return.

  14. 一绝 岸边

    With my pen held high, the waves on that shore crash in a thousand layers.

  15. ? 都不?

    How to understand love? No matter how I write, it doesn't feel right.

  16. 独缺一生了解

    Yet I'm missing only your understanding throughout my life.

  17. 无关

    It’s unrelated to the wind and moon; I write my verses waiting for your return.

  18. 一绝 岸边

    With my pen held high, the waves on that shore crash in a thousand layers.

  19. ? 都不?

    How to understand love? No matter how I write, it doesn't feel right.

  20. 独缺一生了解

    Only missing your understanding throughout my life.

  21. 岁月 湮灭

    In the blink of an eye, the years fade in an instant.

  22. 青石板 一笑

    On the stone-paved street, a glance back reveals your elegance.

  23. ?

    Do you harbor resentment? You shake your head with a sigh, who makes you frown?

  24. 徒留胭脂

    While only the scent of rouge lingers in the quiet chamber.

  25. 南飞 转身一瞥

    As the wild geese fly south, a fleeting glance catches you in tears.

  26. 一把 回忆怎么?

    Gathering a handful of moonlight, how do I sleep with these memories in hand?

  27. 怎么心事 绣花鞋怨怼?

    How could my thoughts be so tightly woven, like embroidered shoes filled with grievances?

  28. 你会?

    If the flower laments the butterfly, who would you blame?

  29. 无关

    Unrelated to the winds and moons, I write a preface waiting for your return.

  30. 一绝 岸边

    With a pen poised in silence, the waves on that shore crash in a thousand folds.

  31. ? 都不?

    What does love mean? No matter how I write, it feels wrong.

  32. 独缺一生了解

    Yet I'm missing your understanding for a lifetime.

  33. 无关

    Unconcerned with fleeting romance, I pen these lines, waiting for your return.

  34. 人间是非

    With sincere strokes, unashamed, unafraid of the world's judgments.

  35. Rain patters on the banana leaves, and yet several nights have passed.

  36. 春雷提醒你爱

    I wait for spring thunder to remind you who to love.

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Key vocabulary

huā
flower1
xíng
row1
mén
door1
jiān
unit1
人间rén jiān
world7
what7
left7
dié
stack7
preface7
yuàn
blame7

About this song

Jay Chou is a Taiwanese singer-songwriter, actor, director, and businessman in the Mandopop genre. He is widely regarded as one of the most influential Chinese-speaking artists and is often called the King of Mandopop.

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兰亭序

lántínglíntiè xíngshūxíngyúnliúshuǐ

At Lanting, I write, my brush strokes flow like clouds and water.

yuèxiàméntuī xīnjiǎosuì

Under the moon, the door creaks open, my heart is as delicate as your light steps.

mángdié qiānniánbēituòquènántuòdeměi

In a flurry, a thousand years of inscriptions are easy to carve, yet your beauty is hard to capture.

zhēnjué zhēnxīnnénggěishuí?

True calligraphy is rare, but who can I give my sincere heart to?

héngchuī huángjiǔxiǎocàiyòudié

The shepherd's flute plays, with yellow wine and a few side dishes on the table.

yánghuī dexiūqièzuì

The sunset's afterglow, like your shyness, leaves me in a daze.

běnxiě érxiāng退tuì gòngliúwèi

It's easy to copy the original, yet the ink's fragrance lingers, sharing sweet memories with you.

hángzhūshā dàoquānleshuí?

A line of vermilion, who exactly does it encircle?

guānfēngyuè děnghuí

Unconcerned with the wind and moon, I write my preface, waiting for your return.

xuánjué ànbiānlàngqiāndié

With a poised brush, the masterpiece is done, as waves crash a thousand times on that distant shore.

qíngjiě? zěnluòdōuduì?

How to understand love? No matter how I write, it doesn't feel right.

érquēshēngdeliǎojiě

Yet I'm missing only your understanding throughout my life.

guānfēngyuè děnghuí

It’s unrelated to the wind and moon; I write my verses waiting for your return.

xuánjué ànbiānlàngqiāndié

With my pen held high, the waves on that shore crash in a thousand layers.

qíngjiě? zěnluòdōuduì?

How to understand love? No matter how I write, it doesn't feel right.

érquēshēngdeliǎojiě

Yet I'm missing only your understanding throughout my life.

guānfēngyuè děnghuí

It’s unrelated to the wind and moon; I write my verses waiting for your return.

xuánjué ànbiānlàngqiāndié

With my pen held high, the waves on that shore crash in a thousand layers.

qíngjiě? zěnluòdōuduì?

How to understand love? No matter how I write, it doesn't feel right.

quēshēngliǎojiě

Only missing your understanding throughout my life.

tánzhǐsuìyuè qīngchéngqǐngjiānyānmiè

In the blink of an eye, the years fade in an instant.

qīngshíbǎnjiē huímóuxiàowǎnyuē

On the stone-paved street, a glance back reveals your elegance.

hènleméi yáotóuqīngtàn shuíràngzhùméi?

Do you harbor resentment? You shake your head with a sigh, who makes you frown?

érshēnguīliúyānzhīwèi

While only the scent of rouge lingers in the quiet chamber.

rényànnánfēi zhuǎnshēnpiēqínlèi

As the wild geese fly south, a fleeting glance catches you in tears.

yuè shǒulǎnhuízěnmeshuì?

Gathering a handful of moonlight, how do I sleep with these memories in hand?

yòuzěnmehuìxīnshìfèng xiùhuāxiézhēnzhēnyuànduì?

How could my thoughts be so tightly woven, like embroidered shoes filled with grievances?

ruòhuāyuàndié huìyuànzhùshuí?

If the flower laments the butterfly, who would you blame?

guānfēngyuè děnghuí

Unrelated to the winds and moons, I write a preface waiting for your return.

xuánjué ànbiānlàngqiāndié

With a pen poised in silence, the waves on that shore crash in a thousand folds.

qíngjiě? zěnluòdōuduì?

What does love mean? No matter how I write, it feels wrong.

érquēshēngdeliǎojiě

Yet I'm missing your understanding for a lifetime.

guānfēngyuè děnghuí

Unconcerned with fleeting romance, I pen these lines, waiting for your return.

shǒushūkuì rénjiānshìfēi

With sincere strokes, unashamed, unafraid of the world's judgments.

jiāo yòuxiāoxiāole

Rain patters on the banana leaves, and yet several nights have passed.

děngchūnléiláixǐngàishuí

I wait for spring thunder to remind you who to love.