Rendition 1 · Male vocal
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Classical Chinese-style Ballad · AI music creation
Returning to the Fields East of the Ying
Ku Wuji · AI Music · 6 reads
Inspired by Ouyang Xiu's “Autumn Thoughts.” Wine-shop banners in the west wind, chrysanthemums in fine rain: the season's sights are plainly lovely, yet autumn thoughts turn somber—grieving over affairs of the world and graying temples, enduring shame while dining lavishly, ashamed before one's salary and the common people. The little deer cart is already ready; only a departure date remains to be chosen. Return to farm east of the Ying River, and sleep until the sun stands high. Male and female vocal versions share the same lyrics.
The west wind sweeps past fluttering wine-shop banners
Fine rain weaves the chrysanthemum season into mist
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Ouyang Xiu ·《Autumn Thoughts》
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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The persimmons at the market have turned red
Sugar-roasted chestnuts breathe out sweetness
Chrysanthemums bloom in the fine rain
Blooming unhurriedly through the autumn
Everyone is admiring autumn
Only I stand with furrowed brows
[Pre-Chorus]
What in this season is not lovely
Yet my autumn heart remains dim
[Chorus]
The west wind sweeps past fluttering wine-shop banners
Fine rain weaves the chrysanthemum season into mist
Autumn’s colors are clearly so lovely
Why is my heart so desolate
My temples turn white at midnight, moved by the troubles of the world
A meal worth ten thousand coins goes down with an uneasy heart
[Verse 2]
Documents pile high on my desk
Every letter is filled with hardship
What news has come from the frontier this time
How many more stretches of riverbank have burst
I stand in my own place
Yet what I can do is so limited
[Pre-Chorus]
Who knows when the white hair
Quietly spread across both temples
[Chorus]
The west wind sweeps past fluttering wine-shop banners
Fine rain weaves the chrysanthemum season into mist
Autumn’s colors are clearly so lovely
Why is my heart so desolate
My temples turn white at midnight, moved by the troubles of the world
A meal worth ten thousand coins goes down with an uneasy heart
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
My official stipend arrives each month
A single meal costs ten thousand coins
When I cannot swallow a bite
I think of the famine years beyond the city
The taste of every mouthful
Every mouthful tastes of shame's salt
[Bridge]
I hear that east of the Ying River
The field ridges lead to the old eaves
I prepared the small handcart long ago
All that is missing is a time to set out
I miss those ridges, row upon row
The hoe turns daily life into leisure
But for now there is still work unfinished
For now, I can only write my homecoming into verse
[Verse 4]
So autumn, please go slowly
Let me finish what I ought to do
By then my sleeves will hold only the clean breeze
Return to Yingdong to farm one mu of land
By day I shoulder my hoe and head to the fields
Sleeping straight through until the sun is high
[Final Chorus]
The west wind sweeps past fluttering wine-shop banners
Fine rain weaves the chrysanthemum season into mist
Autumn’s colors are clearly so lovely
Why is my heart so desolate
My temples turn white at midnight, moved by the troubles of the world
A meal worth ten thousand coins goes down with an uneasy heart
[Outro]
The west wind still flutters the tavern flag
The chrysanthemums have bloomed once more
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Returning to the Fields East of the Ying
Ku Wuji · AI Music
Rendition 1 · Female vocal
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