Artist: Jay Chou (周杰倫 (Chou Chieh-Lun))
Song: 紅塵客棧 (Hóng chén kè zhàn) •Album: Opus 12 (2012)

红尘客栈

天涯 的尽头是风沙
红尘 的故事叫牵挂
封刀隐没在寻常人家 东篱下
闲云 野鹤 古刹

快马 在江湖里厮杀
无非 是名跟利放不下
心中有江山的人 岂能快意潇洒
我只求与妳共华发

*剑出鞘 恩怨了 谁笑
我只求今朝 拥妳入怀抱
红尘客栈风似刀 骤雨落 宿命敲
任武林谁领风骚 我却只为妳折腰
过荒村野桥 寻世外古道
远离人间尘嚣 柳絮飘执子之手逍遥

檐下 窗棂斜映枝桠
与妳 席地对座饮茶
我以工笔画将妳牢牢的记下
提笔 不为风雅

灯下 叹红颜近晚霞
我说缘份 一如参禅不说话
妳泪如梨花洒满了纸上的天下
爱恨如写意 山水画

Repeat*

任武林谁领风骚 我却只为妳折腰
妳回眸多娇 我泪中带笑
酒招旗风中萧萧 剑出鞘 恩怨了

Red Dust Inn

The other end of the world is windy and dusty
The story of red dust is called having someone in your heart
Hung up my sword and hid myself in the home of an ordinary person, under the eastern fence
Floating clouds, wild cranes, old temples

The swift horse, fighting in the chaotic world
only because I was unable to let go of fame and fortune
With the country in his heart, how can a man be truly carefree
I only wish for our hair to turn gray together

*The sword unsheathed, feeling resentment, who is laughing?
I only wish to have you in my arms today
Red Dust Inn, the wind cutting like knives, the rain falling, fate knocking
I don’t care who takes the lead in the world of martial arts, I only bend my back for you
(We) would pass by the deserted villages and untrodden bridges, (we would) look for the roads not taken
Far away from the bustling mortal world, catkins floating in the air, hand in hand, free and unfettered

Under the eaves, the twigs slant across the lattice window
We sit on the ground sipping tea
I use Gongbi painting to etch you in my heart
I put pen to paper, but not for literary pursuits

Under the light, your blushing face is like the sunset’s glow
I remark that chance (comes) is like practicing Zen meditation, without saying a word
Your tears like pear blossoms sprinkled across the world on the paper [meaning painting and writing]
Love and hate are like the Xieyi landscape painting

Repeat*

I don’t care who takes the lead in the world of martial arts, I only bend my back for you
How beautiful you were glancing back, I smiled through tears
The wine inn’s flag fluttered in the wind, the sword unsheathed, feeling resentment

Submitted by hankeat