歌词翻译 (English)
Peerless Red
Faint fog drifts, above the clouds there are the palaces of immortals,
The red curtain conceals, in the dark the lured butterflies rise,
Cunningness hiding enchanting dreams,
Leaning toward taboo, covered in burning red cloth,
The demeanor of an immortal, is inherently hollow,
Red string
fond (and) affectionate, compared with receiving kindness,
In the depths of gloom, the bright moon is dimmed,
Gentleness sent with a wishing lantern,
There is a lot under the heavens, for you flowers fill a city,
Formal name discarded empty, grasping flower grasping sword saving commoners,
Allow me to take your place, through various honings to receive a sharper edge,
Without questioning fortune (or) disaster, the one loyal follower (I) have,
Hundreds of affairs flow past, hopes like ever shining lanterns,
Without things (I am) unable to do, invincible reflection of the past,
Restraining to a stop the ups and downs, daring to hold on even after throwing (myself) into a shower of flames,
Jealous (and) yearning to be common people, only wishing the reminder of (my) life, to be gifted
The demeanor of an immortal, is inherently hollow,
Red string
fond (and) affectionate, compared with receiving kindness,
In the depths of gloom, the bright moon is dimmed,
Gentleness sent with a wishing lantern,
Body moving as if instantly by thought,
In the middle of a sea of retribution, fearlessly frolicking ignorantly
Irregularly meeting and separating, life and death can hardly put out dense ties of friendship,
Entering gaps between sword shadows (and) sword glare, affection breaks through the void of creation,
Heart holding a thousand misfortunes, while trapped in a mirror,
In the midst of illusion, calmly waiting to meet again after a short while,
The peach water gradually warms, but not as warm as the cloth redder than maple
When this started I believed, this fate would not end
There is a lot under the heavens, for you flowers fill a city,
Formal name discarded empty, for a glance into (my) heart,
Allow me to take your place, once karmic fire exhausted become reborn again,
Without questioning fortune (or) disaster, the one loyal follower (I) have,
Hundreds of lives flow past, hopes like ever shining lanterns,
Without things (I am) unable to do, sympathizing with human sorrows, joys, sentiments, (and) hate,
Restraining to a stop the ups and downs, in the cycle of reincarnation we'll eventually reunite,
Jealous (and) yearning to be common people, only wishing the reminder of (my) life, to be gifted