Historical Songs - The Way and the Virtue (Confucius's Song)

Описание: An AI song about Confucius, one of history’s greatest teachers and philosophers.
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The story of Confucius (孔丘/孔子):
September 28th is Teachers’ Day in Taiwan, chosen to honor Confucius, one of history’s greatest teachers. Born in 551 BCE, Confucius devoted his life to learning, teaching, and guiding others toward virtue and harmony. His teachings emphasized respect, morality, and the importance of education, shaping Chinese culture and philosophy for centuries.

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Lyrics:
I walked among the kingdoms torn by endless strife,
Seeking order, virtue, harmony in life.
Through courts of lords who would not hear my plea,
I taught the path of Heaven’s way to humanity.

In Lu I labored, in shadows I stood tall,
A voice for justice within the ruler’s hall.
But power deafened ears to reason’s call,
So I turned to the people, to guide them all.

Let rites restore the balance,
Let kindness lead the way.
Through filial devotion,
The world finds brighter days.
The ancients lit the lantern,
I only pass the flame,
For virtue is eternal,
And wisdom has no name.

I spoke of Heaven’s mandate, a ruler just and fair,
Of duty to the family, the bond beyond compare.
The noble man pursues the right, not gain,
His heart a compass, steadfast in the rain.

The bamboo slips preserve my voice in time,
My words a bridge across the age’s climb.
Though kingdoms fall and empires rise anew,
The Dao endures, eternal, pure, and true.

Let rites restore the balance,
Let kindness lead the way.
Through filial devotion,
The world finds brighter days.
The ancients lit the lantern,
I only pass the flame,
For virtue is eternal,
And wisdom has no name.

I am no sage, I claim no throne,
A teacher’s path is all I own.
If others seek, the truth they’ll find,
The Way resides in every mind.

So when the world is clouded, torn apart,
Recall the rites, the music of the heart.
For though I rest, my teachings still remain,
A quiet voice that whispers through the rain.