Jolin Jiang - A Ballade 谣 (Official Music Video)

Описание: Jolin Jiang - A Ballade (Official Music Video)

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Composer: Jolin Jiang
Lyricist: Jolin Jiang
Orchestrator: Jolin Jiang

Singer: Jolin Jiang
Pipa: John Ling 林敬道
Dizi: Billy Han 韩君禹
Erhu: Yiqiong Wu
Chinese Percussions: Guoliang Zhan 詹国梁

1st Violin: Wendy Kong
2nd Violin: Heather Kim
Viola: Thomas Talmacs
Cello: Alexandra Boyling
Double Bass: Harry Young

Backing Vocal:
Carina Li 李盈 (Lead)
Lachesis Bai 白卓
Xiaohe Bu 卜小荷
Jolin Jiang 蒋钟毓
Iris Lin 林彦
Celestia Wang 王梓萌

Recording Engineer: Sean Carey, Jolin Jiang
Mixing Engineer: Sean Carey
Mastering Engineer: Kathy Naunton

Videographers:
Kevin Li
Bonda Yuen
Charlotte Huang
Lucas Xia
Video Editor: Kevin Li

English Translator: Antonia Berg

I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks to the following individuals for their mentorship, consultation, advice, time, and skills throughout the creation, premiere, and production of the song, listed in chronological order:
Simone East
John Jing Dao Ling
Lu Liu
Carina Li
Ray Lin

岚山边上南院下，
有颗树籽儿啊。
拾到树籽儿的竹马郎，
蹦往青梅家。
她偷偷溜出房，
他捂嘴不闹声响。
他们在那儿静静啊，
种下树籽儿啊。

南院里一片春荡荡，
他挽起她的手啊：
“等着咱俩长大啦，
树边安个家。”
他说着悄悄话，
她早已羞成了花。
树儿在那儿静静啊，
悄悄发着芽。

广播里的歌声啊，
赞美着远方。
她也想山外的世界啊，
瞧瞧风景象。
他走到山头上，
挥挥手送别了她。
一人在那儿静静啊，
守着树长大。

那时光任她牵挂啊回望，
它就在那儿
那远方任他守候啊凝望，
偏不作答
那树桠任它晨光洒、雪霜打，
只摇着晃
树已长新芽，是否会开满花？

岚山一片秋压压，
她终于归了乡，
回到南院的小树旁，
他早已盖好了房。
听着远方的风景啊，
他痴痴作不了答。
树儿在那儿静静啊，
摇晃着枝丫。

她突然看着他，
牵上手忙着劝啊：
“跟我走好吗？
我们一起去远方。”
他惊得抽出手啊，
摇着头直后退啊：
“树马上就要开满花,
你怎么就舍得走啊？”
她攥着他哭啊：
“远方风景你见过吗？
土地天空几片儿大,
这棵小树算什嘛？
何况我们的梦想？
何况更多愿望？
岚山边上南院下，
怎么容得下？”

那时光任她牵挂啊回望，
它就在那儿
那远方任他守候啊凝望，
偏不作答
那树桠任它晨光洒、雪霜打，
只摇着晃
树已长新芽，是否会开满花？

啊。。。

树已长新芽，
如何再开满花?

她终于背上行囊啊，
独自前往远方。
最后回到南院下，
泪眼对他讲：
“谢谢你给的家，
转身我便去了。
树儿它若等得太久了，枯就枯了吧。”

他也不说话，
他也不回答。
他静静走进树心央，
化成树的模样。
树儿在那儿静静啊，
守着她前往。。。

In the south yard beneath the Lan Mountain,
lay a tree’s seed.
Plucked by a boy whilst on a toy horse,
he rode to a girl’s home.
She crept outside, silently,
while his hand covered his mouth.
Just there in serenity,
they planted the seed.


A sliver of spring fluttered in,
he clasped her hand:
“When we grow old,
we’ll have a home beside this tree.”
He whispered sweet nothings,
she blushed like a shy flower.
Just there in serenity,
the tree sprouted softly.


An ethereal voice drifted from the radio, praising a distant world.
She longed to see what lay beyond,
glimpse this mystical place
He ascended the mountain’s peak,
waving as she left his sight.
Just there in serenity,
he watched over the tree as it grew alone.


No matter when she thinks of that time,
it will always be there
No matter when he gazes at the distant land,
it will never respond
No matter how the morning light shines,
the snow or frost falls
the tree will only gently rustle
It has already sprouted but will it bloom?


Autumn pressed on the Lan Mountain,
as she finally returned.
south yard’s tree waited stoically,
a finished house beside
Listening to her tales from the distant world,
he was wordless, unable to respond
just there in serenity,
the tree’s branches swayed softly.


She suddenly turned to him,
clasping his hand:
“Come with me,
let me take you to the distant world!”
Pulling back his hand in shock,
he recoiled and shook his head
“The tree will bloom so soon,
how could you bear to part with it?”
Squeezing his hands, she cried,
“the sights of that world are like nothing you’ve seen!
vast, limitless earth and sky,
what is this sapling compared to that!
What of our dreams?
What of more wishes?
This south yard beneath the Lan Mountain,
how could it hold them?


No matter when she thinks of that time,
it will always be there
No matter when he gazes at the distant land,
it will never respond
No matter how the morning light shines,
the snow or frost falls
the tree will only gently rustle
It has already sprouted but will it bloom?

Ah!

The tree has already sprouted.
But how would it bloom again?

At last she carried her belongings,
leaving for the distant world in solitude,
Visiting the southern yard for the final time,
she spoke through tearful eyes:
“Thank you for your home,
but I will leave the moment I turn around.
If the tree cannot wait so long, let it wither.”

He was speechless,
he gave no answer,
walking into the tree’s heart,
he became one with the tree.
Standing in serenity,
the tree guarded her as she left.


(C) 2024 Jolin Jiang