独翼凤凰 | One-Winged Fènghuáng
Cinematic Chinese National Orchestra, epic, grand, serene, philosophical. Guqin, Guzheng, Pipa, Dizi, Erhu, Chinese Cello, grand Chinese percussion, full string orchestra. Female vocalist, clear, melismatic, authoritative and serene. Lyrics in Mandarin. A mythic song about a one-winged Fenghuang whose spirit is eternal, about the illusion of form and the constancy of the Shen.
独翼凤凰 | One-Winged Fènghuáng
Cinematic Chinese National Orchestra, epic, grand, serene, philosophical. Guqin, Guzheng, Pipa, Dizi, Erhu, Chinese Cello, grand Chinese percussion, full string orchestra. Female vocalist, clear, melismatic, authoritative and serene. Lyrics in Mandarin. A mythic song about a one-winged Fenghuang whose spirit is eternal, about the illusion of form and the constancy of the Shen.
Lyrics
[Movement I: The Form]
[Verse 1]
They whisper of the fracture, the flaw upon the air,
A symphony of balance, now a solitary prayer.
They see a halted movement, a story half-complete,
A sacred dance of fire, bound to a earthly beat.
[Chorus - The Phoenix's Declaration]
You count the wings and measure grace,
And chart the sky I cannot trace.
You see the vessel, not the flame,
And give my transient form a name.
But what is one wing to the wind?
Or two, to what has no begin?
My Shén was song before the birth of sky,
And will be song when all the fires die.
[Movement II: The Cycle]
[Verse 2]
The pyre calls, a welcome tide, not a cure for what's amiss.
A shedding of the shell of things, in transformative abyss.
This form of ash, of bone and plume, was never meant to stay.
The wing you mourn was always destined to be kindling for the day.
[Bridge]
With one wing, I fanned the embers of a star.
With two, I'll paint the dawn from afar.
The number is a fleeting thought, a ripple on the deep.
My Shén is the unwavering watch the cosmos keeps.
[Chorus - The Phoenix's Declaration]
You count the wings and measure grace,
And chart the sky I cannot trace.
You see the vessel, not the flame,
And give my transient form a name.
But what is one wing to the wind?
Or two, to what has no begin?
My Shén was song before the birth of sky,
And will be song when all the fires die.
[Movement III: The Eternal]
[Outro]
I am not broken. I am not whole.
I am the telling, and I am the scroll.
I am the cycle, the burn, the breath.
I am the Shén that conquers death.
A single wing, a soaring pair,
Are just the patterns of the air.
I am.
I was.
I will be.
The fire.
The song.
The eternity.
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[Movement I: 形]
[Verse 1]
众生低语着裂痕， flaw 悬于天际，
完整的交响，今成独吟的祷礼。
他们只见滞碍，一段未竟的传奇，
神圣的火之舞，缚于尘世的规律。
[Chorus - 凤凰的宣告]
你数翼翅，度量优雅，
勾勒我未翔的天涯。
你见器皿，不见焰心，
为我易朽的形赋名。
然，一翼于风，何异？
双翼于无始，何益？
我神乃歌，在天空诞生之前，
亦将是歌，在万火寂灭之后。
[Movement II: 循环]
[Verse 2]
火堆召唤，是迎接的潮，非为疗愈所谓伤。
形骸之壳的脱落，于转化的深渊场。
这灰与骨与羽的形，本非为了永存。
你哀悼的翼，始终是黎明的燃薪。
[Bridge]
独翼时，我扇燃星辰的余烬。
双翼时，我将为黎明绘新景。
数目只是瞬念，是深渊的微涟。
我神是宇宙坚守的，不变的观瞻。
[Chorus - 凤凰的宣告]
你数翼翅，度量优雅，
勾勒我未翔的天涯。
你见器皿，不见焰心，
为我易朽的形赋名。
然，一翼于风，何异？
双翼于无始，何益？
我神乃歌，在天空诞生之前，
亦将是歌，在万火寂灭之后。
[Movement III: 永恒]
[Outro]
我非残缺。我非完整。
我是讲述，我亦是卷宗。
我是循环，焚燃，与呼吸。
我是超越死亡的神识。
独翼，双翼，翱翔天，
都只是大气的幻象。
我在。
我在。
我将在。
是火。
是歌。
是永恒。
[音乐结束于一个古琴的绵长单音，渐归于无]