種花的人 | She Planted Spring | 他說留得花枝在，年年有春來。我便從此把心埋進土裡栽 。黛玉葬花，葬的是「無可奈何」。青青種花，種的是「我還願意」。 #红楼梦 #冥想 #love

詞・曲 Lyrics & Music 一朵青 Yiduoqing 演唱 Performed by 阿暖 Anuan 種花的人 詞・曲：一朵青 那一天　他跨過門檻， 劍上沾著遠方的塵埃。 他說：「留得花枝在，年年有春來。」 我便從此　把心埋進土裡栽。 他走後　月光照窗臺， 劍在牆上靜靜地等待。 我不知要等多久　也不知該不該 只知手中這粒種子　不能讓它壞。 我種花， 種他走後每一寸空白； 種他沒說完的那句對白。 根鬚向下生長， 像思念在深埋。 總有一天， 會從土裡長出來。 我種花， 種成一片他的所在； 每一朵都是我在說：我在。 你若看見春天 從遠方慢慢來， 那就是我， 還在人間等你回來。 第一年春　泥土剛翻開， 蒼雪在遠處踏過霜白。 我把他的名字 輕輕寫在花瓣， 風一吹， 就飄向了千里之外。 第十年春　花滿了山崖， 劍格上的纏繩已經舊了。 我坐在花叢裡， 像坐在他的胸懷； 每一陣風， 都像他在說：「我在。」 我種花， 種他走後每一寸空白； 種他沒說完的那句對白。 根鬚向下生長， 像思念在深埋。 總有一天， 會從土裡長出來。 我種花， 種成一片他的所在； 每一朵都是我在說：我在。 你若看見春天 從遠方慢慢來， 那就是我， 還在人間等你回來。 那朵最早的花 還在開。 他不知道。 他不知道。 那是他走那年， 我埋下的。 後來所有的春天， 都從那裡來。 你若看見春天 從遠方慢慢來， 那就是我， 還在人間等你回來， 等你回來…… #xiao #guqinmusic She Planted Spring Lyrics & Music: Yiduo Qing That day, he crossed the threshold, dust from distant roads still clinging to his sword. He said, "Keep the flowering branch alive, and spring will return, year after year." So from that day on, I buried my heart in the earth and began to plant. After he left, moonlight settled upon the windowsill. His sword waited quietly on the wall. I did not know how long to wait, nor whether waiting was right. I only knew the little seed in my hand must never be allowed to die. I plant flowers, planting every empty place he left behind, planting every word he never had the chance to say. Roots reach downward, like longing buried deep beneath the earth. One day, they will rise into blossom. I plant flowers, until the whole garden becomes where he is. Every blossom whispers: I am here. If one day you see spring arriving slowly from afar— that is me, still here in this world, waiting for your return. The first spring, the soil had only just been turned. Far away, Cangxue passed through the frost. I wrote his name upon a single petal. The wind lifted it, and carried it a thousand miles away. By the tenth spring, flowers covered every hillside. The cord upon the sword's hilt had long since grown old. I sat among the blossoms as though resting against his heart. Every passing breeze sounded like him saying, "I am here." I plant flowers, planting every empty place he left behind, planting every word he never had the chance to say. Roots reach downward, like longing buried deep beneath the earth. One day, they will rise into blossom. I plant flowers, until the whole garden becomes where he is. Every blossom whispers: I am here. If one day you see spring arriving slowly from afar— that is me, still here in this world, waiting for your return. The very first flower is still in bloom. He never knew. He never knew. It was planted the year he left. Every spring that followed grew from that single seed. If you see spring arriving slowly from afar— that is me, still here, waiting for you to come home. Waiting... for you to come home.