"Where Winds Meet" - Hexi Storyline Concept Song, Returning Boat, Tan Jing скачать в хорошем качестве

"Where Winds Meet" - Hexi Storyline Concept Song, Returning Boat, Tan Jing

Composer: Jannik Lyricist: Water Aiwener Producer: Jannik Arranger: Jannik I hear people speak of that homeland, Where jade towers and splendid views stand. With thousands of cups of wine and countless lines of verse, How many wanderers gaze from afar in hopes of return. Look at the world, swaying and drifting, Reflected in the center of the waters. Gently rippling with the evening breeze, No matter who, no matter where, Scoop a handful into your hands, And hold up the moon. We are but mayflies in the vast sea, Even if lost among these scattered stars, In the distant Milky Way, there remains That sky-hanging returning boat. On this journey, The road is long, don't look back, The bright moon lights my way home. No matter how many years, how far away, Like a weary bird knowing its way back. At Yumen Pass, the west wind howls, Sleep for a night in my clothes. In dreams, Chang'an faintly appears. We are but mayflies in the vast sea, Even if lost among these scattered stars, In the distant Milky Way, there remains That sky-hanging returning boat. On this journey, The road is long, don't look back, The bright moon lights my way home. No matter how many years, how far away, Like a weary bird knowing its way back. At Yumen Pass, the west wind howls, Awake, still no sight of Chang'an, Lost in a fleeting dream. Passing through Liangzhou, reaching Qinchuan, Alone but not lonely. Those returning home fill the world, Companions from the ends of the earth. Fill the cup with wine, let joy abound, Invite the bright moon to the feast, As if toasting with all under heaven. Even if my accent has changed, my temples turned gray, The same old moon still shines upon me today. Thus, this heart remains, the old me remains. The moon is crescent, the moon is full, Like the gatherings and partings of the mortal world. The moon is bright, the moon is dim, Illuminating the joys and sorrows of this earthly life. The moon is an oar, the moon is a boat, The wind blows the sail, Carrying the wanderer back to the hometown gate.