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词Lyrics by：豆包
曲Composed by：妙响
制作人Produced by：刘存焕
母带Mastered by：刘存焕
In an age of mist and stone
Where the western mountains roam
A master’s skill was widely known
A sword that cut through storm and bone
He passed his craft His every art
To His Son With all his heart
Said “Wield it only for the right
Guard the lost within the night”
Down the lane by willow side
Jun met Mei His quiet light
Her smile softer than the tide
Her eyes as deep as summer sea
He swore his blade would be her wall
Through every rise and every fall
Keep her from all harm and strife
Guard her all throughout her life
Till the day the raiders came
With cruel intent and violent name
They sought to take her far away
To turn her bright world dark and grey
Jun stepped Up His sword drawn high
Forgot the rules his father taught him by
Born with a gift his father gave
Meant to shield the good and brave
But love led him astray
To cross the line he couldn’t pave
A blade forged for justice’cause
Was drawn for the one he adores
He made a choice he can’t undo
A debt he can’t outrun
For the heart he tried to protect
Steel struck fast The fight was brief
The raiders fell beneath his grief
He kept her safe He won the fight
But blood had stained his blade that night
Mei she held him Cold and pale
But Jun’s courage turned to hail
He’d broken every sacred vow
The good in him had bowed down low
Born with a gift his father gave
Meant to shield the good and brave
But love led him astray
To cross the line he couldn’t pave
A blade forged for justice’cause
Was drawn for the one he adores
He made a choice he can’t undo
A debt he can’t outrun
For the heart he tried to protect
At dawn he left without a sound
Without A Sound
Laid his sword upon the ground
Upon The Ground
Kissed her forehead Whispered “Farewell”
Said “Don’t wait for me Son’t dwell”
He climbed the hill to temple gate
Where the monks would meditate
Shaved his head Put on the robe
Left his old life in the fog
Every chant Every prayer
For the wrong he left out there
Every bell that rings at dusk
Reminds him of the love he lost
In the temple Quiet and still
He bears the weight of his own will
A father’s skill A lover’s crime
Buried in the sands of time