孤影行[SSC7, Taiwan]

MusicMoonMan

Chinese Classical Ballad, Traditional Instrumental Fusion, POP, Hard Core, EMO

一劍封塵，餘生無悔。
昔年執手言笑，今朝獨行天涯。
問心者，問情也。

少時識汝，青衫策馬，並肩江湖。
許我三載功成，汝守桃林不移。
豈料歸來之日，花落人非，
笑語猶存，初心已遷。
余不語，唯執劍而立，風過不動。

一劍問心，問情之深，問恨之重。
問此生所行，為義乎？為情乎？
萬骨成塵，恩仇難判，
惟此一問，不敢妄答。

義兄亡於叛手，師門滅於火場，
余獨存於亂世，孤名未改，孤心已變。
江湖無道，劍下難明是非。
汝再現，衣袂翻飛，聲如舊日，
然目中無我，亦無舊夢。

一劍問心，問歸處何在，問人心何堪？
昔日諾言，猶繞耳邊，
今朝冷月，照見殘身。
此心既問，終無所逃。

劍斷情絲易，斷念難。
欲棄前塵，心猶牽。
山河無語，蒼天不答，
問心之劍，終將自斬奇魂。

江湖路遠，不復回顧。
汝若記我，願忘我名，記我心。
此生無悔，獨行至死，劍在，人存。

A Sword Seals the Dust, A Life Without Regret

Once, we held hands and laughed; now, I walk the world alone.
To question the heart—is to question love.

In youth, I met you—blue robes, riding swift steed, side by side through rivers and lakes.
You waited beneath peach blossoms while I vowed to return in three years with glory.
But when I came back, the petals had fallen and you were no longer the same.
Your laughter lingered, but your heart had changed.
I said nothing—only stood with my sword, unmoved as the wind passed.

One sword questions the heart: the depth of love, the weight of hate.
Was this life lived for righteousness—or for love?
Bones to dust, gratitude and vengeance entwined—
This single question, I dare not answer.

My sworn brother fell to betrayal, my sect burned to ashes.
I alone survived the chaos—my name unchanged, my heart no longer.
In this lawless world, even the sword cannot judge right from wrong.
When you returned—your robes billowing, your voice as before—
Yet your eyes held no trace of me, nor of our shared past.

One sword questions the heart: where do I belong, and how can the heart endure?
Your promise still echoes in my ears,
Yet tonight the cold moon reveals what remains of me.
Once the heart is questioned, there is no escape.

It is easy to sever love with a sword—but not to sever thoughts.
I long to cast off the past, but my heart is still bound.
The mountains remain silent, the heavens offer no reply.
The sword that questions the heart shall one day sever the soul itself.

The road through the martial world is long—I shall not look back.
If you remember me, forget my name—remember my heart.
No regrets in this life—I walk alone till death.
As long as the sword stands, I endure.

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一劍封塵，餘生無悔。昔年執手言笑，今朝獨行天涯。問心者，問情也。少時識汝，青衫策馬，並肩江湖。許我三載功成，汝守桃林不移。豈料歸來之日，花落人非，笑語猶存，初心已遷。余不語，唯執劍而立，風過不動。一劍問心，問情之深，問恨之重。問此生所行，為義乎？為情乎？萬骨成塵，恩仇難判，惟此一問，不敢妄答。義兄亡於叛手，師門滅於火場，余獨存於亂世，孤名未改，孤心已變。江湖無道，劍下難明是非。汝再現，衣袂翻飛，聲如舊日，然目中無我，亦無舊夢。一劍問心，問歸處何在，問人心何堪？昔日諾言，猶繞耳邊，今朝冷月，照見殘身。此心既問，終無所逃。劍斷情絲易，斷念難。欲棄前塵，心猶牽。山河無語，蒼天不答，問心之劍，終將自斬奇魂。江湖路遠，不復回顧。汝若記我，願忘我名，記我心。此生無悔，獨行至死，劍在，人存。 A Sword Seals the Dust, A Life Without Regret Once, we held hands and laughed; now, I walk the world alone. To question the heart—is to question love. In youth, I met you—blue robes, riding swift steed, side by side through rivers and lakes. You waited beneath peach blossoms while I vowed to return in three years with glory. But when I came back, the petals had fallen and you were no longer the same. Your laughter lingered, but your heart had changed. I said nothing—only stood with my sword, unmoved as the wind passed. One sword questions the heart: the depth of love, the weight of hate. Was this life lived for righteousness—or for love? Bones to dust, gratitude and vengeance entwined— This single question, I dare not answer. My sworn brother fell to betrayal, my sect burned to ashes. I alone survived the chaos—my name unchanged, my heart no longer. In this lawless world, even the sword cannot judge right from wrong. When you returned—your robes billowing, your voice as before— Yet your eyes held no trace of me, nor of our shared past. One sword questions the heart: where do I belong, and how can the heart endure? Your promise still echoes in my ears, Yet tonight the cold moon reveals what remains of me. Once the heart is questioned, there is no escape. It is easy to sever love with a sword—but not to sever thoughts. I long to cast off the past, but my heart is still bound. The mountains remain silent, the heavens offer no reply. The sword that questions the heart shall one day sever the soul itself. The road through the martial world is long—I shall not look back. If you remember me, forget my name—remember my heart. No regrets in this life—I walk alone till death. As long as the sword stands, I endure.

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