The Precept And The Web (Metaphor For The Two) | BLACK MYTH: WUKONG
Man: Adrift and alone like a leaf, half a lifetime across mountains and seas
Woman: Scattered into two realms like Heaven and Earth, how heartbreaking the parting is
Man: Expected to be lovebirds staying together, and ask for nothing more
Woman: Wait till the hair turn white just for nothing
Man: Clear spring is reflecting my heart
Woman: Remorse till you come back
Man: Why it is always hard to last when people are heart-to-heart
Woman: Clear sky is always after the storm
Man: Knowing how distressed I am
Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something
Man: Can we hold our hands and grow old together
Woman: Come and hold my hand
Man: Why we have not met earlier, deep love but won’t last
Woman: Don’t care if this is a lie or not, the flower falls and the (water) stream continues
Man: Knowing how distressed I am
Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something
Chorus: Wait until everything sweep in the west wind, crumble to dust
Man: Wear out shoes searching across the galaxy, still can’t find the beauty
Woman: Search across the palace, still don’t see the beloved half
Man: How many things on the mind at one rainy night, reluctantly talking about grief under the moon
Woman: How dare to endure the red bean (lovesick)
Man: Don’t ask what time the mission will be achieved, just drink (wine)
Woman: And no one is willing to turn back
Man: Though we get along, how can we stay forever
Woman: If the drunk woke up, will realize love is not free (freedom)
Man: Knowing how distressed I am
Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something
Man: The world is not like a hill
Woman: Green of the hill is not like the clearness of water
Man: Why we have not met earlier, deep love but won’t last
Woman: Don’t care if this is a lie or not, the flower falls and the (water) stream continues
Man: Knowing how distressed I am
Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something
Chorus: Wait until everything sweep in the west wind, crumble to dust
Man: Waiting alone on the bridge while wind keep blowing through my sleeve
Woman: The Gate has not changed, same as last year
Chorus: Keep the night light for you, will you be back ?