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Dream of Chang’an（空灵治愈版•V3.8）
作词：泽希（Zesen）&东山居士（Easthill Hermit）
混音：东山居士（Easthill Hermit）
（西安市城市宣传主题音乐系列）
The sound of Wangchuan stream
Is the same one Wang Wei heard
The wind through Bamboo Pavilion
Has blown for thirteen hundred years
In the empty mountains
Only the wind and water sound
The sound of Wangchuan stream is the same one Wang Wei heard
The shadow of Wild Goose Pagoda has leaned across the sky
since Tang
The fourteen-hundred-year-old ginkgo
its golden leaves fall to the ground
Chang’an is not a city it’s a dream
The moonlight on Wild Goose Pagoda
Falls on frost from a thousand years ago
The scent of ink at Shuyuan Men
Makes you want to write a poem with every breath
In the empty mountains
Only the wind and water sound
The sound of Wangchuan stream is the same one Wang Wei heard
The shadow of Wild Goose Pagoda has leaned across the sky
since Tang
The fourteen-hundred-year-old ginkgo
its golden leaves fall to the ground
Chang’an is not a city it’s a dream
Poetry is not something you recite
It’s something you meet
Chang’an is not a city
It’s a dream
The sound of Wangchuan stream is the same one Wang Wei heard
The shadow of Wild Goose Pagoda has leaned across the sky
since Tang
The fourteen-hundred-year-old ginkgo
its golden leaves fall to the ground
Chang’an is not a city it’s a dream
The sound of Wangchuan stream is the same one Wang Wei heard
The shadow of Wild Goose Pagoda has leaned across the sky
since Tang
The fourteen-hundred-year-old ginkgo
its golden leaves fall to the ground
Chang’an is not a city it’s a dream