The Four Beauties: Zhaojun’s Pipa Language

Singer: Xuanzang

Original Singer: 桜の树の下

Category: Ancient Style Lyrics Ancient style

The bright moon passed by, shining on the carved railings and jade locks of the Han Palace, and the beauty changed secretly

Thanks to the opening ceremony, and walked a few more times

The eyebrows were painted in black, and the red sleeves were not worn I'm dancing on the piano but paying tribute to the past without playing it

Sacrifice my body, and say with passion that I have nowhere to tell others about my envy for the rest of my life

Flick my sleeves, and the red falls on the ground will be played

Wearing military uniforms is hard to see again

Waiting for the gauze clothes to float across the desert dust and surround Chang'an City for a night of prosperity

Holding this pipa in hand, thinking about the beauty of pink and white

What is it tonight? The dream stops for a moment, what is the tomorrow evening? The wall tiles of the Han Palace are here

A dream comes to life and I am dumb and unable to understand the emperor's words

Looking at the sky tower, the moon is reflected in the south of the wall. Out of the Hehuan Hall in the past

Speechless, late at night, the dream remains in the seal of the old year

A string of blue silk, a short relationship and long love, a strand of lovesick knot in the hair

It is difficult to dream Looking for it, it’s hard for a bookworm to write a sentence. The wind and moon are dotted at both ends

The shadow of the candle flickers, and the old scenes are blurred

The ripples of laughter and forgetfulness are scattered

Who is in the moon again? It's arty and elegant, but it can't bloom the world-famous peach blossoms

The wild geese are singing silently to the end of the world, and the cold snow is making flowers

Looking back at the smiling eyebrows and youth, you have not painted them, but the shadows are left in the green tombs. Waiting for the pen to fall

Playing a piece of music seems like I have finally left the world

So many dreams are buried together

Pipa reminds me of my hometown again

Old memories are hard to hide and the song ends with frost in the tomb

Who is arty and elegant under the moon, but can't bloom the world-famous peach blossoms

The wild goose sings and the wild goose accompanies the end of the world, and the cold snow Making flowers

Looking back at the smiling eyebrows and youthful beauty, you have not yet painted them, but the shadows remain in the green graves until the pen is drawn

Playing a gentle song seems to have finally left the world

Ah~ah~