《御街星辙》王正天演唱(英)

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Stone slabs stack with frost from Song days,  

Sweet-cake bricks catch starlight rays.  

Wind on the Imperial Street weaves through lanes,  

Past the Milky Way it wanes.  

Drum Tower bells chime on starry waves,  

Sky Street meets the vaulted caves.  

Sails from distant stars drop by,  

To share in Lin’an’s light and sky.  

High thoughts wind around carved beams,  

Cosmic tongues in halls it streams.  

Lights of trades in starlit windows glow,  

All civilizations heat and flow.  

Thousand-year ruts crush starry streams,  

Alien guests in fireworks dream.  

Songs of the universe fill corners deep,  

Civilizations blend, no secrets keep.  

Imperial Street’s star tracks tread earth and sky,  

Song’s starry rivers span miles high.  

Alien winds kiss Jiangnan’s shore,  

Cosmic life dwells here evermore.  

Stones hide stars, lanes hold poetry’s art,  

Past and present merge, stars take part.  

Alien lights light Qinghefang’s face,  

Ten thousand years in one embrace.  

Hu Qing Yu Tang’s herbs drift past star clouds,  

Wanlong’s cured meats tease crowds.  

Glass shields ancient roads so long,  

Star layers stack time in song.  

Alien pens paint palace walls,  

Song hues dye star-scripted halls.  

Wards and grids link starry webs,  

Gaoyin Street meets space’s ebb.  

Night market lights star points deck,  

Prosperity crosses starry neck.  

Thousand-year ruts crush starry streams,  

Alien guests in fireworks dream.  

Songs of the universe fill corners deep,  

Civilizations blend, no secrets keep.  

Imperial Street’s star tracks tread earth and sky,  

Song’s starry rivers span miles high.  

Alien winds kiss Jiangnan’s shore,  

Cosmic life dwells here evermore.  

Stones hide stars, lanes hold poetry’s art,  

Past and present merge, stars take part.  

Alien lights light Qinghefang’s face,  

Ten thousand years in one embrace.  

Star dust falls in teahouse panes,  

Guests speak of far domains.  

Cosmic tides flood Qiantang’s tide,  

Song rhyme in star scripts abide.  

High powers wind round corridors,  

Gentle o’er streets it pours.  

All civilizations’ forms align,  

Gentle in every design.  

Imperial Street leads to star soil’s gate,  

Time and stars elongate.  

Human warmth melts star frost cold,  

Yearly peace and joy unfold.  

Imperial star tracks, years in tie,  

Starry Song rhyme, never die.