A Letter in the City’s Spring

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

The city is still the same city

Only the city walls, have changed masters

Spring noticed no upheaval

Thick grass and trees, hide half the brushwood gate

Yet people could see that something had changed

Those admiring spring, grow sadder the longer they look

[Pre-Chorus]

The more splendidly the flowers bloom

Making one miss all the more, the dearest kin from whom one was parted

[Chorus]

国破山河在，城春草木深 (The nation lies shattered, yet mountains and rivers remain; spring comes to the city, where grass and trees grow thick)

感时花溅泪，恨别鸟惊心 — Grieving for the times，flowers draw tears；aching at separation，birds startle the heart

烽火连三月，家书抵万金 (War beacons burn for three months, a letter from home is worth ten thousand in gold)

My white hair grows shorter with each scratch, too sparse to hold a hairpin steady

However thick the grass and trees, they cannot hide the scars

Letters from home amid war, are a lifeline

[Verse 2]

Flowers bloom on a broken wall

As though shedding every last tear for someone

However sweetly the birds sing

To my ears，it all becomes the sound of weeping

It is no fault of the flowers or birds

It was the human heart, that cracked first

[Pre-Chorus]

The fires of war have burned for three months

A letter is harder to find than ten thousand gold pieces

[Chorus]

国破山河在，城春草木深 (The nation lies shattered, yet mountains and rivers remain; spring comes to the city, where grass and trees grow thick)

感时花溅泪，恨别鸟惊心 — Grieving for the times，flowers draw tears；aching at separation，birds startle the heart

烽火连三月，家书抵万金 (War beacons burn for three months, a letter from home is worth ten thousand in gold)

My white hair grows shorter with each scratch, too sparse to hold a hairpin steady

However thick the grass and trees, they cannot hide the scars

Letters from home amid war, are a lifeline

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]

The mail route was cut off long ago

I still go every day, to the village entrance to wait for a letter

What arrives is mostly disappointment

Even an occasional word is treasured and kept

Where is my family

Asking again and again, until my chest feels tight

[Bridge]

My hand keeps reaching up to my head

The more I scratch, the shorter my white hair grows, falling all over me

It is not that I want to scratch at it

It was sorrow that, plucked away my youth

I hold the hairpin in my hand

I turn it a few times，but still cannot slip it into my hair

Then let it hang loose

White hair hangs loose, like swirling snow

[Verse 4]

The mountains and rivers have always been here

Dynasties have changed, several times over

The grasses and trees pay no heed to these things

Every spring, they turn green in earnest

I am still waiting for a letter from home

As I wait and wait, my white hairs grow into a forest

[Final Chorus]

国破山河在，城春草木深 (The nation lies shattered, yet mountains and rivers remain; spring comes to the city, where grass and trees grow thick)

感时花溅泪，恨别鸟惊心 — Grieving for the times，flowers draw tears；aching at separation，birds startle the heart

烽火连三月，家书抵万金 (War beacons burn for three months, a letter from home is worth ten thousand in gold)

My white hair grows shorter with each scratch, too sparse to hold a hairpin steady

However thick the grass and trees, they cannot hide the scars

Letters from home amid war, are a lifeline

[Outro]

Another spring has come

Spring in the city the grass and trees, grow another inch deep