Song | Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal |
Artist | Mychael Danna |
Album | Vanity Fair [Original Score] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Philharmonia Orchestra ... | |
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white | |
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk | |
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font | |
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me | |
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost | |
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me | |
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars | |
And all thy heart lies open unto me | |
Now slides the silent meteor on | |
And leaves a shining furrow | |
As thy thoughts in me | |
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up | |
And slips into the bosom of the lake | |
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip | |
Into my bosom and be lost in me |
zuo ci : Philharmonia Orchestra ... | |
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white | |
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk | |
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font | |
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me | |
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost | |
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me | |
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars | |
And all thy heart lies open unto me | |
Now slides the silent meteor on | |
And leaves a shining furrow | |
As thy thoughts in me | |
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up | |
And slips into the bosom of the lake | |
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip | |
Into my bosom and be lost in me |
zuò cí : Philharmonia Orchestra ... | |
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white | |
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk | |
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font | |
The firefly wakens, waken thou with me | |
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost | |
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me | |
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars | |
And all thy heart lies open unto me | |
Now slides the silent meteor on | |
And leaves a shining furrow | |
As thy thoughts in me | |
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up | |
And slips into the bosom of the lake | |
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip | |
Into my bosom and be lost in me |