Lotus Pavilion
In March, by the lakeshore beneath the flowers and moon,
Who plays the pipa, singing verses of love, note after note?
Ancient paths and courtyard homes reflect in the mountains and streams,
Fallen petals drift, your smile intoxicatingly beautiful.
The moon sets, crows call, and you have gone far away.
I admire the full moon, yet you still linger in my thoughts.
Are the flowers too fragrant, or is it you I miss?
Time seems to have stopped in this year.
I raise my cup and sing, leaving behind tears of longing,
Gazing out the window at the rain falling in wild flurries.
I won't ask what is right or wrong.
Rain in Jiangnan, my tears fall drop by drop into my heart.
That night on the Broken Bridge, I faced the cold alone, with no one beside me.
Willow blossoms dance along the banks beneath the clear blue sky,
Little by little, they tangle up my broken heart.
Before the Lotus Pavilion, my tears
Fall drop by drop, becoming lake water.
Like a mirror, the reflection shows my face,
So changed I can no longer tell who I am.
The willow leaves before the Lotus Pavilion are lovely.
Do you know how brokenhearted I am for you?
May we dream together a thousand times over,
And spend our lives side by side, flying wing to wing.
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A very beautiful short article~~ Not bad~~
Although there is nothing new in this plot, But the scene is described very beautifully and final lyrics Quotes are really the icing on the cake.