东风破

一盏离愁　孤单伫立在窗口
我在门后　假装妳人还没走
旧地如重游　月圆更寂寞
夜半清醒的烛火　不忍苛责我

一壶漂泊　浪迹天涯难入喉
妳走之后　酒暖回忆思念瘦
水向东流　时间怎么偷
花开就一次成熟　我却错过

谁在用琵琶弹奏　一曲东风破
岁月在墙上剥落　看见小时候
犹记得那年我们都还很年幼
而如今琴声幽幽　我的等候　妳没听过
谁在用琵琶弹奏　一曲东风破
枫叶将故事染色　结局我看透
篱笆外的古道我牵着你走过
荒烟漫草的年头　就连分手都很沉默

一壶漂泊　浪迹天涯难入喉
妳走之后　酒暖回忆思念瘦
水向东流　时间怎么偷
花开就一次成熟　我却错过

谁在用琵琶弹奏　一曲东风破
岁月在墙上剥落　看见小时候
犹记得那年我们都还很年幼
而如今琴声幽幽　我的等候　妳没听过
谁在用琵琶弹奏　一曲东风破
枫叶将故事染色　结局我看透
篱笆外的古道我牵着你走过
荒烟漫草的年头　就连分手都

谁在用琵琶弹奏　一曲东风破
岁月在墙上剥落　看见小时候
犹记得那年我们都还很年幼
而如今琴声幽幽　我的等候　妳没听过
谁在用琵琶弹奏　一曲东风破
篱笆外的古道我牵着你走过
荒烟漫草的年头　就连分手都很沉默

East Wind Breaks

A lamp of separation lament,loneliness stands still at the window.
I am behind the door,pretending that you have not left yet.
Old days like being revisited, full moon even lonelier.
Half conscious candle in the night, can’t bear to criticise me severely.

A pot of a wanderer,Wander about far away from home,hard to swallow.
After you left,the recollection of the warmth of wine recalls being thin.
The water flows towards the east,how to steal time?
Flowers bloom and mature once,yet I missed it.

Who is using the lute to play,the song “East Wind Breaks”?
Times and seasons peeled off the wall,see when I was small.
Still remember that year we were still very young.
And nowadays the sound of the piano is spooky.
My waiting,You have not heard yet.
Who is using the lute to play,the song “East Wind Breaks”?
The maple leaf dyes the story, I see through the ending.
I lead you through the ancient path outside of the fence.
The year of desolation,that even separation is very silent.

A pot of a wanderer,Wander about far away from home,hard to swallow.
After you left,the recollection of the warmth of wine recalls being thin.
The water flows towards the east,how to steal time?
Flowers bloom and mature once,yet I missed it.

Who is using the lute to play,the song “East Wind Breaks”?
Times and seasons peeled off the wall,see when I was small.
Still remember that year we were still very young.
And nowadays the sound of the piano is spooky.
My waiting,You have not heard yet.
Who is using the lute to play,the song “East Wind Breaks”?
The maple leaf dyes the story, I see through the ending.
I lead you through the ancient path outside of the fence.
The year of desolation,that even separation is very silent.

Who is using the lute to play,the song “East Wind Breaks”?
Times and seasons peeled off the wall,see when I was small.
Still remember that year we were still very young.
And nowadays the sound of the piano is spooky.
My waiting,You have not heard yet.
Who is using the lute to play,the song “East Wind Breaks”?
The maple leaf dyes the story, I see through the ending.
I lead you through the ancient path outside of the fence.
The year of desolation,that even separation is very silent.

Submitted by wuhuahua089