Текст песни tian wen

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Questioning the Heavens

Question the sword, the knife, erasing favours and grievances

Fearing that old resentments and new grudges would add to the turmoil

Question the schemes, the methods, competing for ranks

Life’s ups and downs are difficult to anticipate

Question the path, the journey, in remote lands

Where’s the one who knows my heart’s music? Alone and desolate

Question the rain, the fine weather, the worries in your heart

Entrust them to the bright moon, every night and day

Question the flowers, the leaves, coloured just right

Life’s pleasures are bitterly short, how long can they last?

Question the autumn, the winter, the desolate snowstorm

Rosy clouds scatter easily, it’s difficult to endure the passing of the years

Flowers bloom early, the heavens know all; the heavens don’t laugh and have aged

The jianghu is small, the world is vast; the people are gone, my memories too

Flowers wither, the heavens know all; the heavens don’t mourn and have aged

The heros are exhausted, time is limited; the jianghu is small, the world is vast; the people are gone, my memories too

Question the immortals, the way, who gets to remain carefree?

Young disciples, aged by the jianghu

Question the world, the heavens, a life full of pride

An insignificant, laughable one who cannot forget