史外 / Beyond History 青史若能言，應笑筆墨淺。但記衣冠塵，未錄心間雪。後世說書人，偏傳斷腸文。墨酣意暢處，餘生長抱冰。析我平生恨，如賞青銅紋。獨我心頭血，猶溫那日痕。

詞・曲 Lyrics & Music 一朵青 Yiduoqing 演唱 Performed by 阿舟 Azhou Lyrics: 青史若能言，應笑筆墨淺。 但記衣冠塵，未錄心間雪。 Could the ancient chronicles but speak, they would laugh at ink so shallow. They record the dust upon our robes, but never the snow within the heart. 筆寫征戰功，豈知刃心白。 名標忠臣冊，鐵骨未曲躬。 沙場血千里，難敵茶煙起。 功名化竹灰，唯記燈前語。 The brush records the victories of war. How should it know the blade's own whiteness at the heart? My name is set upon the roll of loyal men; this iron frame has never bent, never bowed. A thousand miles of battlefield blood could not outlast the rising smoke of tea. All fame and rank turn to bamboo ash; only the words spoken before the lamp remain. 史官拓碑文，不描春風痕。 皆言為社稷，其實止兵塵。 皆道求功烈，其實守舊盟。 夜雨盈樽時，君諾尚溫存。 The chronicler takes his rubbing from the stone, but traces not the passing of the spring wind. All say it was done for the altars of the state. It was, in truth, only the dust of war laid down. All say it was done in pursuit of glory. It was, in truth, only an old vow kept. When the night rain filled the cup, your promise still ran warm. 後世說書人，偏傳斷腸文。 墨酣意暢處，餘生長抱冰。 析我平生恨，如賞青銅紋。 獨我心頭血，猶溫那日痕。 The storytellers of later years pass down, above all, the words that break the heart. Where their ink runs richest, where their spirit soars. There my remaining years lie, forever holding ice. They parse the bitterness of my whole life as though admiring the patina on bronze. Only I know: the blood at my heart's core still carries the warmth of that day's mark. 今笑非笑史，笑人間未識。 最痛非敗亡，最憾曾可期。 雪不落寒川，春不止流年。 安平若成真，何須史留篇。 This laughter now is not laughter at history—it is laughter at what the world has never understood. The deepest pain was never defeat; the deepest regret, that peace was once within reach. The snow does not cease to fall upon the cold river; the spring does not cease to carry the years away. Had peace, in truth, come to pass, what need would there be for history to keep its page? 君等立我傳，千秋定功過。 可曾夜秉燭，輕問若重來？ 君等量我跡，裁作典故存。 豈知史頁外，心猶震餘溫。 You who set down my chronicle, who fix my merit and my fault for a thousand autumns— did you ever, by candlelight at night, gently ask: if it came again, what then? You who measure out my footsteps, and cut them down to fit within your storied precedent. How should you know that beyond the page of history, this heart still trembles with its lingering warmth? 戰鼓無此問，朝策無此聲。 唯有舊時月，年年來照襟。 熨平昔日痕，光凝未癒傷。 雖言終不悔，故園望平生。 The war-drums never asked this question; the counsels of the court never spoke this word. Only the moon of former years comes, year after year, to shine upon this breast. It presses smooth the marks of days gone by; its light gathers where the wound has not yet healed. Though I say, in the end, I do not regret. Still I gaze toward home, for all my life long. 青史若能言，應笑筆墨淺。 但記衣冠塵，未錄心間雪。 功名化竹灰，唯記燈前語。 安平若成真，何須史留篇。 Could the ancient chronicles but speak, they would laugh at ink so shallow. They record the dust upon our robes, but never the snow within the heart. All fame and rank turn to bamboo ash; only the words spoken before the lamp remain. Had peace, in truth, come to pass, what need would there be for history to keep its page? 唯有舊時月…… 年年來照襟…… 雖言終不悔…… 故園望平生…… Only the moon of former years…… year after year, comes to shine upon this breast…… though I say, in the end, I do not regret…… still I gaze toward home, for all my life long…… *************From author*********************** Hello world!! Please dive into my original songs inspired by Chinese history, poetry, and the quiet places beyond history. Where history ends, the heart remembers. Please feel free to leave your thoughts and comments! #OriginalSong #ChinesePoetry #HistoricalPoetry #ThreeKingdoms #AncientChina #Philosophy #ChineseMusic #EpicMusic #Xiao #Guqin