[Manban — slow; one image per line, two short clauses] By the stone arch, rain draws near 石桥外…细雨才停停 lanterns breathe, behind red sheer 灯影隔红纱…半明半不明 Willows lean low, threads appear 柳丝垂…水纹轻一径 water answers, bright and clear 水波声声…清亮且分明 I wait for you—hold the pier 在等你…守着小小船埠 rope in my palm, warm and sincere 掌心绳…还留旧时余温 A small boat sighs, shadows steer 小舟轻摇…影随水荡 names in the wind, I only hear 风低唤的名字…只我听得分明 [Dizi interlace — soft, mournful answers] [Man-Zhongban — breath-carried; actions keep moving] I fear to call, I fear to tear 不敢呼唤…不敢惊扰 let longing stitch, the mist right here 就让相思…一针针缝住这薄雾 Petals still cling, none drop this year 花瓣在枝…今岁还未落 spring stays hanging, crystal-clear 春意犹在…清冽如初 I fold one note, into your ear 把这笛声…折进风里 say it in silence, come back near 无言相寄…只消近一些 I ask the moon, cold and severe 我问明月…月寒而冷 how many dawns, till you appear? 几回天明…再相见? [Chorus — Yuanban; -eer hook, long holds] Come back soft, come back near 归来吧…再轻些，再近些 through the rain the lanterns steer 穿过雨幕，灯影引路 Even if the night won’t clear 纵是夜深未散 I’m the shore, I’m the light, I’m here 做你的岸…做你的灯…做你的我在 Come back true, come back sincere 归来吧…如此真，这般诚 to the bridge you used to hear 回到这熟悉的桥畔 Let the world fall out of gear 纵是世间纷乱 I’m the shore, I’m the light, I’m here 做你的岸…做你的灯…做你的我在 [Interlude — instrumental; guitar arpeggios + dizi] [Yuanban — a touch forward; denser images, still short lines] Oar-flowers lift, ripples shear 橹花起…涟漪轻散 the skiff lies cross, you’re not here 小舟横…旧影不在 Blue stones stack, lanes run deep 青石叠叠…小巷更深 old tales return, I cannot sleep 旧事浮现…夜还未眠 One thread of scent, one turn of dream 一缕幽香…一转旧梦 a knot in my chest, tight as a seam 心口结…欲解却还牵 Lamp urges on, frost not near 灯火催人…风霜未至 I fear the dawn, makes dreams less clear 却恐天明…旧梦渐斑驳 [Sanban — free, intimate; close-mic, rubato] Without you 若你不在 who do I tell, what I hold dear? 一片心意…还能说与谁听 So I sew your name 便把你名 on a small white cloth, and wait right here 缝在一方白布上…在此守候 If you return, 若你回来… say nothing—stay near— 不必多说…只须更近—— let the bridge remember 让这桥记得 how our silence fit, so clear 那年我们的沉默…如此契合
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