Rendition 1 · Male vocal
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Classical Chinese-style Ballad · AI music creation
Ku Wuji · AI Music · 9 reads
Inspired by Fang Gan’s “A Spring Day.” Spring comes and goes as though on schedule; as the sun rises high, sleep deepens at the time of its return. Fine rain urges reed shoots to grow, while the east wind dyes the willow strands. Thick fog must already have swallowed the sea’s colors, and light frost still cuts at flowering branches. At this moment a rustic wanderer grows drunk on blossoms, and, lying drunk among them, surely knows nothing of it. Spring arrives as promised: drizzle quickens the shoots and the east wind colors the willows. Despite thick fog and light frost, the wanderer lies drunk among the flowers, utterly unaware. Male and female voices sing the same lyrics.
虽将细雨催芦笋,却用东风染柳丝 — Fine rain urges reed shoots upward, while the east wind dyes the willow strands
重雾已应吞海色,轻霜犹自咬花枝 — Dense fog must already have swallowed the sea's colors, while light frost still bites the flowering branches
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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Spring is like an old friend
The day it arrived last year, it keeps exactly this year
No one needs to hurry it along
The branches remember the date on their own
It knocks gently at the door
All the flowers across the mountain arrive together
[Pre-Chorus]
The sun has climbed high
Sleepiness arrives for its appointment right on time too, making itself at home
[Chorus]
虽将细雨催芦笋,却用东风染柳丝 — Fine rain urges reed shoots upward, while the east wind dyes the willow strands
重雾已应吞海色,轻霜犹自咬花枝 — Dense fog must already have swallowed the sea's colors, while light frost still bites the flowering branches
此时野客因花醉 (At this moment, the rustic wanderer is drunk on blossoms)
醉卧花间应不知 — Lying drunk among the flowers, I surely would not know
Who cares whether thick fog or light frost presses close
I lie among the flowers, unaware what night this is
[Verse 2]
How lavishly spring wields its brush
One rain, and bamboo tips crowd upward
After a night of east wind
The willow branches turn fresh green overnight
It goes about its work without haste
Dyeing everything, to suit its own desires
[Pre-Chorus]
The heavy fog wants to swallow all the sea's colors
A light frost still secretly bites the flowering branches
[Chorus]
虽将细雨催芦笋,却用东风染柳丝 — Fine rain urges reed shoots upward, while the east wind dyes the willow strands
重雾已应吞海色,轻霜犹自咬花枝 — Dense fog must already have swallowed the sea's colors, while light frost still bites the flowering branches
此时野客因花醉 (At this moment, the rustic wanderer is drunk on blossoms)
醉卧花间应不知 — Lying drunk among the flowers, I surely would not know
Who cares whether thick fog or light frost presses close
I lie among the flowers, unaware what night this is
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
I brought a flask of wine up the mountain
I had only meant to face the flowers, have one cup and be done
Who knew the scent of flowers could be more overpowering than wine?
Breathing in the scent, my footsteps lose their order
I might as well set the wine jug down
And drink with the flowers all over the slope, until the sun leans west
[Bridge]
If the mist wants to swallow the sea's colors, let it
The sea will not quarrel with it over high and low anyway
If frost wants to bite the flowering branches, let it
Though bitten and torn, the flowers still bloom with abandon
I lie among the flowers
Heaven and earth sway like a soft chair
Petals fall all over me
Think of it as a blanket spring has laid down
[Verse 4]
When I woke, it was already late in the day
The wine flask is empty, the flowers’ shadows have shifted
I ask what night this is
Even the mountain birds laugh at my foolishness
I have made a promise with spring
This time next year, I will return here
[Final Chorus]
虽将细雨催芦笋,却用东风染柳丝 — Fine rain urges reed shoots upward, while the east wind dyes the willow strands
重雾已应吞海色,轻霜犹自咬花枝 — Dense fog must already have swallowed the sea's colors, while light frost still bites the flowering branches
此时野客因花醉 (At this moment, the rustic wanderer is drunk on blossoms)
醉卧花间应不知 — Lying drunk among the flowers, I surely would not know
Who cares whether thick fog or light frost presses close
I lie among the flowers, unaware what night this is
[Outro]
Spring leaves and returns in its season
Sober or drunk,I never miss the flowers' season
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