【倫桑原創】 Lun Sang 浮花宴春箋 A Letter To The Blooming Spring Ein Brief an den blühenden Frühling
One stroke exquisitely outlines the time
The shadow is as soft as poem, tenderly decorating mountains and rivers
The flowers are still tired, the misty rain is still asleep.
Who lifts the dreaming curtain to ask the moon?
A legend used to be heard in an old temple outside the spring breeze ferry
The Buddhist bell rings all night in the cold snowy mountain
Youthfulness passes from her rouge lip.
blooms the most innocent soul
The first petal is to warm the coolness in the world.
Want to burn thousands of flowers, sacrifice to the perseverance
Never regret giving up the frozen heart to go through the fire
With the fragrance produced in the dark, she worships the Moon in her dream.
Integrate into the endless loneliness in human society
She once looked through the top of the sea
Watched the clouds gathering and spreading in the quiet fairy pavilion.
But she prefers the flash in the pan in human society
Shadows of floating lives twinkle like butterflies
Never sleep soundly, always suffering the coldness in mountains
Follow the wind to visit all over the world.
Walk slowly, in the icy coat
Suddenly hear a misty song from someone.
The first petal is to warm the coolness in the world.
Want to burn thousands of flowers, sacrifice to the perseverance
Never regret giving up the frozen heart to go through the fire
With the fragrance produced in the dark, she worships the Moon in her dream.
Integrate into the endless loneliness in human society
The prosperous life turns out to be the fall of emotion
Reincarnation is unsolved, love is a devil
Suddenly, fireworks are setting up over a thousand trees
Bloom to the most magnificent world
A letter full of lovesickness flows into the spring night
To whom can she talk about the feeling?
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