[Chinese Hanzi]
银龙的梦
在无边的蓝天边缘,
一道银色的影子闪现.
那是凯林与阿兹拉卡斯,
永恒不变的生死誓言.
银龙张开璀璨的双翼,
守护着那片古老的光.
你是我失落时光的回响,
也是我生命中最深的梦.
当寒冷的风吹过山谷,
你的咆哮震碎了孤独.
作为彼此最坚定的守护者,
在黑暗中寻找光明的路.
鳞片闪烁着星空的光辉,
如同月光洒落在废墟.
即便世界早已遗忘了姓名,
我们的灵魂依然紧紧相依.
你看那白云深处的家园,
曾是我们共同的眷恋.
每一次心跳与龙鸣共振,
那是跨越时空的眷恋.
银色的光芒划破寂静,
那是希望在指尖流转.
你是我的盾,我的利剑,
是梦中永不熄灭的火焰.
如果时间终究会流逝,
这份牵绊将永远铭刻.
在那个名为梦的远方,
银龙依然在蓝天翱翔.
不畏风暴,不惧流年,
只为守护那一抹永远.
[Pinyin - Pronunciation]
Yínlóng de mèng
Zài wúbiān de lántiān biānyuán,
Yīdào yínsè de yǐngzi shǎnxiàn.
Nà shì Kǎilín yǔ Āzīlākǎsī,
Yǒnghéng bùbiàn de shēngsǐ shìyán.
Yínlóng zhāngkāi cuǐcàn de shuāngyì,
Shǒuhùzhe nà piàn gǔlǎo de guāng.
Nǐ shì wǒ shīluò shíguāng de huíxiǎng,
Yěshì wǒ shēngmìng zhòng zuì shēn de mèng.
Dāng hánlěng de fēng chuīguò shāngǔ,
Nǐ de páoxiào zhèn suìle gūdú.
Zuòwéi bǐcǐ zuì jiāndìng de shǒuhù zhě,
Zài hēi'àn zhòng xúnzhǎo guāngmíng de lù.
Línpiàn shǎnshuòzhe xīngkōng de guānghuī,
Rútóng yuèguāng sǎluò zài fèixū.
Jíbiàn shìjiè zǎoyǐ yíwàngle xìngmíng,
Wǒmen de línghún yīrán jǐnjǐn xiāngyī.
Nǐ kàn nà báiyún shēnchù de jiāyuán,
Céng shì wǒmen gòngtóng de juànliàn.
Měi yīcì xīntiào yǔ lóng míng gòngzhèn,
Nà shì kuàyuè shíkōng de juànliàn.
Yínsè de guāngmáng huàpò jìjìng,
Nà shì xīwàng zài zhǐjiān liúzhuǎn.
Nǐ shì wǒ de dùn, wǒ de lìjiàn,
Shì mèngzhòng yǒng bù xīumiè de huǒyàn.
Rúguǒ shíjiān zhōngjiù huì liúshì,
Zhè fèn qiānbàn jiāng yǒngyuǎn míngkè.
Zài nàgè míng wéi mèng de yuǎnfāng,
Yínlóng yīrán zài lántiān áoxiáng.
Bù wèi fēngbào, bù jù liúnián,
Zhǐ wèi shǒuhù nà yīmǒ yǒngyuǎn.
[English Translation]
The Dream of the Silver Dragon
On the edge of the boundless blue sky,
A silver shadow flashes by.
That is Kelin and Azrakas,
An eternal vow of life and death.
The Silver Dragon spreads its brilliant wings,
Guarding that ancient light.
You are the echo of my lost time,
And the deepest dream in my life.
When the cold wind blows through the valley,
Your roar shatters the loneliness.
As each other's firmest Guardians,
Finding the path of light in the darkness.
Scales shimmer with the glory of the starry sky,
Like moonlight falling upon ruins.
Even if the world has long forgotten our names,
Our souls are still tightly bound together.
Look at the home deep within the white clouds,
Once our shared attachment.
Every heartbeat resonates with the dragon's cry,
A longing that transcends time and space.
The silver light pierces the silence,
That is hope flowing at the fingertips.
You are my shield, my sharp sword,
The flame in my dream that never goes out.
If time must eventually pass away,
This bond will be forever engraved.
In that distant place called Dream,
The Silver Dragon still soars in the blue sky.
Not fearing storms, nor the passing years,
Only to guard that touch of eternity.