阳关

Original · Chinese

《逆逃》 《逆逃》 詞曲 李宗盛 曲 李宗盛 曲 李宗盛 曲 李宗盛 詞曲 李宗盛 風沙把成枪 噴成端章 我站在一枝上 像一叶被翻旧的纸张 拖铃造三金黄沙漠竹芳香 唯有阳关儿子还定在世间的墙上 没有故人没有旧 只有风从寒潮吹到荆秋 我摸了摸那两个字之间发烫 像是摸的 到了占有的手 莫一看见阳光明 泪水闪闪心映然 万里观山百事客 魂魄不曾望遍观 人们说主观便是天涯 可天涯不过是另一座沙丘 我蹲下来捡起一块碎石 许是某位将是最后的回眸 落日像一枚酒铜钱 卖不同归途只卖一段流年 我站在这里不许来告别 时来决认 我心里还有多少故乡内容完 莫一看见阳关明 泪水闪闪心应人 万里观山百事客 魂魄不曾忘边关 西出阳关无辜人 写着巨诗的人 也是站在这里写的吗 我一看见阳关明 泪水闪闪心应人 万里观山百事客 魂魄不曾忘边关 魂魄 不过两个字 却让千年的人 走到这里 就跪了下来

In English

"Running Against the Escape" "Running Against the Escape" Lyrics and Music by Li Zongsheng Music by Li Zongsheng Music by Li Zongsheng Music by Li Zongsheng Lyrics and Music by Li Zongsheng The wind and sand turn into spears Spraying marks at the tip I stand on a branch Like a leaf of old paper turned over The bells ring three gold desert bamboo fragrance Only the son of Yangguan still stays on the wall of the world No old friends, no past Only the wind blows from the cold tide to the autumn of thorns I touched the heat between those two words Like touching The hand of possession When seeing the bright sunlight Tears sparkle, the heart reflects clearly Viewing mountains for thousands of miles, a guest of all affairs The soul has never looked all around People say that subjectivity is the horizon But the horizon is just another sand dune I squat down and pick up a piece of broken stone Maybe a certain someone is the last glance The setting sun is like a copper coin for wine Selling different returns, only selling a segment of fleeting years I stand here, not allowing farewells When the time comes, I will recognize decisively How much hometown content is still in my heart to finish When seeing the bright Yangguan Tears sparkle, the heart responds to people Viewing mountains for thousands of miles, a guest of all affairs The soul has never forgotten the border pass Going west out of Yangguan, innocent people People writing epic poems Are they also standing here to write? When I see the bright Yangguan Tears sparkle, the heart responds to people Viewing mountains for thousands of miles, a guest of all affairs The soul has never forgotten the border pass Soul Only two words Yet make the people of a thousand years Come here And kneel down