A Flute in the Moonlit Tower

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Somehow the dream has drifted far away

I lower my head, and the river islets of the south have all turned green

Pipes and strings sound aboard the boat

The river is green, like freshly brewed wine

Flying catkins tumble throughout the city

The flower viewers，are so busy their sleeves are soaked with sweat

[Pre-Chorus]

How lively the spring in dreams

Making the one who wakes, seem twice as thin

[Chorus]

My idle dream drifts far again, returning to the springs and autumns of the southern land

The pipes and strings aboard the boat still drift across the river

A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, their cold hues spread into my heart

Deep among the reed blossoms, a lone boat lies moored

Drifting catkins roll through light dust, flower-viewers bustle without rest

When I wake, only a flute remains in the moonlit tower

[Verse 2]

The dream rolls back again

This time, the dream leads me toward quiet seclusion

A thousand miles of rivers and mountains have grown distant

Cold hues veil a thousand miles, like a length of old silk

Reed blossoms whiten the depths

A lone boat, has lain among the reed blossoms for so long

[Pre-Chorus]

The farthest flute note

Blowing from the moonlit tower, into my heart

[Chorus]

My idle dream drifts far again, returning to the springs and autumns of the southern land

The pipes and strings aboard the boat still drift across the river

A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, their cold hues spread into my heart

Deep among the reed blossoms, a lone boat lies moored

Drifting catkins roll through light dust, flower-viewers bustle without rest

When I wake, only a flute remains in the moonlit tower

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]

Spring's dreams are so lively

Autumn’s dream, will only let me gaze my fill

What I fear most is the two dreams joining

As soon as spring leaves the stage, autumn comes so suddenly

The more splendid the world within my dreams

The more I wake the more I fear, seeing my surroundings clearly

[Bridge]

I come from the southern lands

Spring back then, never held back in asking us to stay

Now spring still lives in dreams

The reed blossoms are white, like sorrows beyond counting

The flute still winds around the moonlit tower

Every note plays, a reason I cannot return

Should I go on dreaming

A guest asleep, a prisoner awake

[Verse 4]

Dawn is near, the dream grows faint

The flute falls silent first, then the moonlight is gathered away

I neatly fold two dreams

Spring on the left, autumn at my right hand

Tucking neatly folded dreams beneath the pillow

Carry on tonight, lest the southern land wait too long

[Final Chorus]

My idle dream drifts far again, returning to the springs and autumns of the southern land

The pipes and strings aboard the boat still drift across the river

A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, their cold hues spread into my heart

Deep among the reed blossoms, a lone boat lies moored

Drifting catkins roll through light dust, flower-viewers bustle without rest

When I wake, only a flute remains in the moonlit tower

[Outro]

The dream is about to drift far away again

For now, listen to the flute, until the very end