Tiān Yá Kè

Heavenly Cliff

Tiān Yá Kè

The sky is vast, the construction of the bridge is cold and hardtiān cāng cāng shì liāo gōng chéng dù hán jiāng
The night is busy, the moonlight shines on the yellow hallyè máng máng bēi zhōng yuè yǐng xiào huāng táng
Who will allow me to ride a horse to the edge of the lakeshéi xǔ wǒ cè mǎ jiāng hú chuǎng sì fāng
Who is most likely to dream of the cliff, not seeing the ancient fragranceshéi zuì biàn tiān yá mèng xǐng bù jiàn gù xiāng

The west wind blows in the cool autumn, the rain gently taps on my windowxī líng xià qī qiū liáng yǔ wěn wǒ chuāng
People increase, people help, to prevent sorrow, sing in a frenzyrènrén zēng rènrén bàng wèi fáng chóu chàng shì qīng kuáng
The spring breeze blows green, the southern water is calm, blowing not warm, people's hearts are coldchūn fēng chuī dé lǜ jiāng nán shuǐ àn chuī bù nuǎn rén xīn shuāng
Persistent but not rigid, is this not our lightcù bù jífáng nà shì bù shì wǒ men de guāng

Seeing each other very late, as late as not returning, not regretting, thinking of the pastxiāng jiàn hèn wǎn xìng wèi wǎn zài bù gū fù sì jì huā
Bringing the drum to the west wind, exchanging horses, changing small bridges, flowing water, human homesjiāng gǔ dào xī fēng shòu mǎ huàn xiǎo qiáo liú shuǐ rén jiā
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, looking like smoke, waves, peach blossomswàn lǐ hé shān wàn jiā dēng wǎng shì rú yān làng táo shā
The sound of ice and snow, the military master, the wine, the cup of teajiāng píng shēng shuāng xuě yǔ jūn zhǔ jiǔ pēng chá

The grass grows, the smoke rises, the clouds move, the sun shinesfāng cǎo zhǎng yān bō liú yúnyìng xié yáng
Asking where the first fragrant butterfly is, for the ancient jade, for the coolwèn hé chù xiān xiāng hú dié wèi gǔ yù wèi liáng
You are simple, not just thousands of ancient sorrows, not like me a fewnǐ yī jiān dān bù jǐn wàn gǔ chóu bù rú fēn wǒ jǐ liǎng
Accompany the military, three million fields, never leave from now onpéi jūn zuì sān wàn chǎng cóng cǐ bù yán lí shāng

Seeing each other very late, as late as not returning, not regretting, thinking of the pastxiāng jiàn hèn wǎn xìng wèi wǎn zài bù gū fù sì jì huā
Bringing the drum to the west wind, exchanging horses, changing small bridges, flowing water, human homesjiāng gǔ dào xī fēng shòu mǎ huàn xiǎo qiáo liú shuǐ rén jiā
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, looking like smoke, waves, peach blossomswàn lǐ hé shān wàn jiā dēng wǎng shì rú yān làng táo shā
The sound of ice and snow, the military master, the wine, the cup of teajiāng píng shēng shuāng xuě yǔ jūn zhǔ jiǔ pēng chá

Endless falling wood, small and small, not just growing, the cliff is rollingwú biān luò mù xiāo xiāo xià bù jǐn zhǎng jiāng gǔn gǔn lái
The wind blows, the double swords meet, no need for wordsfēng dāo shuāng jiàn jiē bù jù zhǐ yào
You and I are stillnǐ wǒ hái zài
Get rid of high songs, record high, repair without residence, without number, without lovedé jì gāo gē shī jì xiū wú jū wú shù yì wú ài
But get a few branches for yourself, the wind is relentless, the dust is not patientdàn dé yī zhī jǐ wèi jǐn fēng chén wú nài
The mountain is high, the water is far, you are there, I am there toorèn shān gāo shuǐ yuǎn nǐ zài wǒ yě zài