Luthier – Audio Monster
If this string sound sends a love
The North Star echoes in the distance
I will take out this Paulownia piano for you again
I played so hard again
You are the one who unshackles my ankles
Walking in the palace humming a strange local accent
When I was playing the piano for the king, I turned around and saw you
The emotion of first encounter is hidden deep in the sound of strings
Moonlight often comes to my hometown
Send back so many people's sorrow
Swallowing the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me
These years can pass quietly
The lights are swaying all over the city and the rain is heard
The night wind spreads a few ripples
You listen to me practice this song outside the door
I'll prepare a raincoat for you
The sound of the piano reaches the homes of ordinary people
Some are laughing and some are crying
Deep in love, I also shed a tear
Suixian broke and the homesickness returned
You hold your fingers together and make a butterfly fly from the window frame
Flying over my fingertips and eyebrows
The sound of breathing becomes quiet just because of you
Blow out the lamp and let me hug you
The King of Winter Solstice released me and returned to my homeland alone
I carry the piano on my back and look back at the palace.
You hum the half-que song we know so well
It's mixed with your low sobs
The road is long and long to reach my hometown
It's a poem that people can never finish
I compose the music of joy and sorrow and play it for you
Only then do I lament what it means to be unable to control oneself
The moonlight often shines on my hometown
I am the fish put back into the pond
Thinking of the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me
This memory ends there
These years are still passing by quietly