青釭歌｜Song of Qing-gang #OriginalSong #cello #threekingdom

詞・曲 Lyrics & Music 一朵青 Yiduoqing 演唱 Performed by 阿舟 Azhou 青釭歌 ------它見過最冷的雪，也見過最暖的燈。 山月隨人白， 松風過劍涼。 此身元似水， 惟向故人明。 吾本青剑三尺寒， 不照己身照關山。 夜來獨對千峰雪， 猶覺故人掌未寒。 塵沙已老甲已殘， 惟有青釭似舊顏。 莫道鋒霜無用處， 夜深猶映舊征鞍。 一劍出秋水， 不曾照己身。 回看千載月， 猶照舊時人。 隱若寒潭靜， 動如雷雨傾。 藏則凝寒雪， 出可裂長空。 君負蒼生我負君， 雪深猶識舊征塵。 關山萬里皆無路， 唯有明光照鐵衣。 負劍歸來雪滿頭， 故園花木幾經秋。 青釭不語人間事， 唯照當時心上月。 名利皆如土， 肝膽照秋霜。 身隨君子去， 心與白雲長。 一劍橫秋水， 不曾照己身。 回看千載月， 猶照舊時人。 隱若寒潭靜， 動如雷雨傾。 藏則凝寒雪， 出可裂長空。 非是英雄非將侯， 亦曾仗劍立寒秋。 劍在鞘中鋒未老， 不鳴亦守萬山秋。 劍平鋒猶在， 人歸道未央。 Song of Qing-gang Prelude The mountain moon turns all things pale. Pine wind passes over the blade, cold. Like water is my nature， I shine only for an old friend. Verse I I am but three feet of cold-forged steel, Never forged to shine for myself, But for the mountain passes beyond. Alone at night before a thousand snowy peaks, I still remember The warmth of an old friend's hand. Verse II Dust has aged. Armor has worn thin. Only Qinggang Still bears its old face. Do not say the frost upon the blade is without purpose. Deep into the night, It still reflects The saddle of an old campaign. Chorus A sword rises from autumn waters, Never once shining for itself. Looking back Through a thousand years of moonlight, It still shines Upon the one of long ago. Still as a winter pool. Fierce as thunder breaking rain. Sheathed, It gathers into frozen snow. Drawn, It cleaves the open sky. Verse III You bear the burden of all under Heaven; I bear the burden of you. Deep in the snow, I still recognize The dust of our old campaigns. Ten thousand miles of mountain passes— No road remains, Only this cold light Upon your armor. Bridge Carrying the sword home, Snow rests upon my hair. The flowers and trees Have watched countless autumns pass. Qinggang speaks nothing Of the world of men. It only shines Upon the moon once held within the heart. Fame and fortune are but dust. Honor endures Like autumn frost. This body follows The noble one. This heart Walks on with the white clouds. Final Chorus A sword rests across autumn waters, Never once shining for itself. Looking back Through a thousand years of moonlight, It still shines Upon the one of long ago. Still as a winter pool. Fierce as thunder breaking rain. Sheathed, It gathers into frozen snow. Drawn, It cleaves the open sky. Outro Not a hero. Not a lord. Yet once, Leaning upon this sword, I stood through a lonely autumn. The blade rests within its sheath, Yet its edge endures. The traveler returns. The Way Has not yet reached its end.