Qing he jue (Parting At Qinghe)

Parting At Qinghe

Qing he jue (Parting At Qinghe)

Watching the cold, weak willow leaveskàn shì lěng ruò dāo fēng de zé yán
The lake is quiet, the mountains are silenthù jǐn zhé shàn piān piān de shào nián
The frost is cold, the snow is hotsuì hán nóng jǐn rè xuè
The same pulse, intertwinedtóng mài xiāng lián
Heartfelt warmth like smokezhēn xīn wēn nuǎn rú yàn
Reflecting between you and mehuī yìng zài nǐ wǒ zhī jiān

Not just a physical separationbù jìng shì shēn qíng jiè
A few lives pass byjǐ shēng xiàng qiān
Unconsciously, heaven and earth are far apartbù jué tiān xiōng dì yuán
Meeting at the right timehé shí zài jiàn

Parting at Qinghe, becoming a lifelong pain pointqīng hé jué bié chéng yī shēng tòng diǎn
Dreams are beautiful, but yesterday is far awayjiù mèng fāng xǐng què zuó rì jiàn yuǎn
Talking about the bright moon for a long timeyáo duì míng yuè cháng tàn
Being able to see you in a glancenéng zài kàn nǐ yī yǎn
Yearning for mountains, fire, and seadāo shān huǒ hǎi yě yuàn

Fate separates, silently turning the yearsmìng yùn lí chóu àn dàn de niǎn zhuǎn
A few turns, the ancient trees sing of desolationjǐ fān gū shēn chàng wǎng de jié rán
Yin and yang intertwined, full of secretsyīn yáng shū tú cáng mǎn
Tears and light pierce throughlèi guāng cán chuǎn
But seeking the distant morning snowdàn qiú chén yuān zhāo xuě
Ten years of yearning, no regretsshí nián yǐn rěn yě wú hàn

Not just a physical separationbù jìng shì shēn qíng jiè
A few lives pass byjǐ shēng xiàng qiān
Unconsciously, heaven and earth are far apartbù jué tiān xiōng dì yuán
Meeting at the right timehé shí zài jiàn

Parting at Qinghe, becoming a lifelong pain pointqīng hé jué bié chéng yī shēng tòng diǎn
Dreams are beautiful, but yesterday is far awayjiù mèng fāng xǐng què zuó rì jiàn yuǎn
Talking about the bright moon for a long timeyáo duì míng yuè cháng tàn
Being able to see you in a glancenéng zài kàn nǐ yī yǎn
Yearning for mountains, fire, and seahuǒ hǎi yě yuàn

Parting at Qinghe, becoming a lifelong pain pointqīng hé jué bié chéng yī shēng tòng diǎn
Morning mist disperses, separating clearlychén shì qí jú lǐ fēn míng ēn yuàn
The northern window does not move, the colors are deepbēi chuàng bù dòng shēng sè
Playful wind and clouds changexiào wò fēng yún biàn huàn
Love is boundless, not scatteredshì ài wàn lǐ bú sàn