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Cover of Misled by the Dream of a Marquisate

Classical Chinese-style Ballad · AI music creation

Misled by the Dream of a Marquisate

Ku Wuji · AI Music · 4 reads

Inspired by Gao E's “To the Tune of Qingyu'an: Wisps of Coiling Incense Thicker Than Mist.” “丝丝香篆浓于雾,织就绿阴红雨;乳燕飞来傍莲幕,杨花欲雪,梨云如梦,又是清明暮。屏山遮断相思路,子规啼到无声处;鳞瞑羽迷谁与诉——好段东风,好轮明月,尽教封侯误。” Wisps of coiling incense, thicker than mist, weave green shade and a red rain of petals; young swallows fly beside lotus-patterned curtains, willow catkins seem about to turn to snow, pear blossoms cloud like dreams, and once again Qingming draws toward dusk. The folding screen cuts off longing's path, cuckoos cry until their voices fail; with fish silent and birds lost, bearing no letters, to whom can this sorrow be told—a lovely stretch of east wind, a lovely bright moon, all squandered for the pursuit of a marquisate. Incense mist and red petals at Qingming: a screen cuts off longing, letters cease, and the fine breeze and moonlight are wasted on a distant future of noble advancement. Male and female vocals sing the same lyrics.

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Once again, dusk on Qingming Day

Willow fluff falls into snow, pear-blossom clouds open into mist

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Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Patterned incense burns round after round

So thick it shrouds even the window gauze

It draws circle after circle

As though writing a book no one can read

Writing all afternoon

Nor did it say, why he was coming back

[Pre-Chorus]

Young swallows come fluttering

Making a home beside the curtains

[Chorus]

Once again, dusk on Qingming Day

Willow fluff falls into snow, pear-blossom clouds open into mist

屏山遮断相思路 — The mountain-painted screen blocks the path of longing

The cuckoo cries until its voice is gone

All those fair breezes and moonlit nights, with no one to share them

All delayed by the pursuit of a marquis's title

[Verse 2]

Green shade weaves itself ever denser

A red rain of petals falls, filling the steps with sorrow

Spring has packed its bags

It leaves in greater haste with every passing day

Qingming has only just passed

How can spring already be taking its final bow

[Pre-Chorus]

A cuckoo calls from the branches

“不如归去” — “Better to go home,” it cries until its voice runs dry

[Chorus]

Once again, dusk on Qingming Day

Willow fluff falls into snow, pear-blossom clouds open into mist

屏山遮断相思路 — The mountain-painted screen blocks the path of longing

The cuckoo cries until its voice is gone

All those fair breezes and moonlit nights, with no one to share them

All delayed by the pursuit of a marquis's title

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]

The letter entrusted to someone to carry

Like a stone sunk in the sea, even its echo grows indistinct

I wish to ask the wild geese to carry a message

Even the wild geese have lost their old route south

All these thoughts filling my heart

Cannot find a single ear to hear them

[Bridge]

He is a thousand miles away

Pursuing his future and ambitions

The thought of becoming a marquis or chancellor

Have shackled his homeward steps

Yet here the willow catkins still gleam like snow

Clouds of pear blossoms spread as ever, like a dream

Wind and moon never wait for anyone

By the time he turns back, every blossom has fallen from the tree

[Verse 4]

Another year’s Qingming comes

Coils of incense burn away, one after another

I sweep the ash into the incense burner

Like sweeping away a year's accumulated bitterness

This time next year

May you return indoors before the incense turns to ash

[Final Chorus]

Once again, dusk on Qingming Day

Willow fluff falls into snow, pear-blossom clouds open into mist

屏山遮断相思路 — The mountain-painted screen blocks the path of longing

The cuckoo cries until its voice is gone

All those fair breezes and moonlit nights, with no one to share them

All delayed by the pursuit of a marquis's title

[Outro]

Incense smoke drifts into dusk

Behind the screen, a lone figure stands awaiting a return

Classical poetic imagery and original lyrics · AI music creation

The lyrics below are translated. The recording remains the original performance; no new audio has been generated.

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