无言地坐在深秋的夜晚
音乐摇漾著恍若隔世的寂寥
有一种惆怅只是一方灯盏
玉一样温润的思念 水墨一样的乡愁
回望的岁月是一脉渐瘦的水流
我用力阻挡著北风
并在飘散的落叶上写下怀念的诗句
然后擦亮每一颗音符 轻轻地放在耳边
家乡 一缕炊烟中嫋嫋的记忆
千迴百转的愁绪忽明忽暗
当午夜的菊花故园一样开放
她的芬芳 她的美缀满了酒意
也许该把梦放入怀中
让疲惫的树林静静地睡去
可是谁的歌声又瀰漫而来
温暖我的寂寞又让寂寞更深
An old autumn night
under a fallen leaf
by Fangzhu Meng
Silently sitting in the moment of an autumn night
Music reflects ripples of loneliness from another life
The lamp of desolation illuminates
Reminiscence mellow as jade
Nostalgia captured in ink and wash
The reverie of olden days grows thin as I move on
I fend off the northern wind with all my might
Writing verses of fond memories on wandering lea一ves
I varnish every musical note
And place it carefully by my ear
Hometown, an image in the wa一vering smoke
Glows upon the winding path of my yearning
When chrysanthemum blossoms at midnight
My old home comes alive, intoxicated in her beauty and fragrance
Maybe it’s better the dream remains in slumber
And the worn-out wood allowed to rest
But whence comes a song
That warms my loneliness and nourishes it