陶笛曲：《春暮花落雨》
Spring rain falls, everything on the ground grows, it’s a good time in late spring. Close your eyes and listen to the flute, sometimes clear, sometimes sad, the joys and sorrows of life flow through the fingertips…
Far wind knows my intent, cool and filled with deep emotion. The past fades away, memories are full of hurt. A myriad of thoughts in my heart, Looking back, it’s all empty and vast.
Olive Tree Lyrics: San Mao Music: Li Tai-hsiang **Don’t ask me where I come from My homeland is far away Why do I wander Wander to the distant places, wander** **For the birds soaring in the sky For the streams flowing in the mountains For the vast grasslands Wandering to the distant places, wandering** **And…
曲径通幽履影深，
溪流无语绕青茵。
来时不染尘中迹，
愿化泉声润石根。
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKVNHL7G4E8 Halfway up the hill to hear the rain, Gazing far, the mist does reign. Rain on leaves, the branches sway, the birds in flight away. Silent waiting, listening clear, Heart and soul, no need to steer. Savoring peace, a quiet hour, Inner calm, a tranquil power.
First hearing, I didn’t understand the meaning of the song; upon listening again, I found myself within the song. The flute’s melody is like flowing water, washing over my heart, gradually healing past wounds with its gentle tune. Life is filled with farewells and reunions, regrets and joys. May you travel far and wide throughout…
“那夜的雨也没能留住你／
山谷的风它陪着我哭泣／
你的驼铃声仿佛还在我耳边响起／
告诉我你曾来过这里”