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by @liwei · made with Suno
A++ · CAR-LOOP GOLD · c5a9156f-77f9-4fce-b64f-490253ab0e45 ↗Moon Road of Tea and Horses · Celtic folk edition
茶马月路 · 凯尔特民谣版Horse bells fall into moonlight, and tea fragrance travels along a mountain road. A traveller passes an old post station to hear a voice brighten the night beside a village. Harp, low whistle and fingerpicked guitar surround a clear female lead, while soft fiddle and strings leave room to breathe. A gentle six-beat sway lets longing linger like tea and gives the journey home its own time.
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Horse bells fall into moonlight, and tea fragrance travels along a mountain road. A traveller passes an old post station to hear a voice brighten the night beside a village. Harp, low whistle and fingerpicked guitar surround a clear female lead, while soft fiddle and strings leave room to breathe. A gentle six-beat sway lets longing linger like tea and gives the journey home its own time.
Lyrics
[Intro]茶马古道起风，马铃一声落进月光。[Verse 1]山路从云里来，弯到你的村寨旁。你站在老茶树下，衣上有雨后的香。我背着一路星尘，走过旧驿站的墙。只为听你轻轻唱，把夜色唱得发亮。[Pre-Chorus]若是前路太远，请让马铃慢一点响。若是人心太倦，请让月亮靠近身旁。[Chorus]茶马月路，风过山岗，一声歌把旧梦唤醒了。你在灯下望，我在路上想，想念像茶香一样长。茶马月路，水远山长，一颗心被夜色照亮。若今生注定要穿过风霜，愿你的歌陪我到天亮。[Verse 2]驿路花开又落，人间聚散太匆忙。你把一盏热茶递来，烫得我眼眶微微发亮。多年以后回望，山河还是旧模样。只有那晚你的声音，比月色更难忘。[Bridge]别把离别唱得太重，别让高山压住希望。只要茶香还在风里，我就知道你在远方。[Final Chorus]茶马月路，风过山岗，一声歌把旧梦唤醒了。你在灯下望，我在路上想，想念像茶香一样长。茶马月路，水远山长，一颗心被夜色照亮。若今生注定要穿过风霜，愿你的歌陪我到天亮。[Outro]马铃远了，月亮还在古道上。Hear the crossing without erasing either shore.
A song for the road
让一首歌陪你走远Horse bells fall into moonlight, and tea fragrance travels along a mountain road. A traveller passes an old post station to hear a voice brighten the night beside a village. Harp, low whistle and fingerpicked guitar surround a clear female lead, while soft fiddle and strings leave room to breathe. A gentle six-beat sway lets longing linger like tea and gives the journey home its own time.
Music becomes a vertical window.
Let the images follow the melody through the song's landscapes, characters and changing moods.
After this song, there is more than ‘next’.
A catalogue order can only point forward. This compass explains three different reasons to continue: follow a voice, stay with a cultural thread, or cross a language bridge. Every doorway opens a verified complete master.
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One recording. Three natural ways to share it.
Choose the note that sounds most like you, add your own thought, or share the complete recording or film on another site.
马铃落进月光，茶香沿山路走远；歌里的人从旧驿站来到村寨，只为听见一声把夜色唱亮的歌。竖琴、低音哨笛与指弹吉他围绕清澈女声，柔和小提琴和弦乐为远行留出呼吸。悠缓的六拍摇曳，让想念像茶香一样长，也让归途不必急着结束。
Horse bells fall into moonlight, and tea fragrance travels along a mountain road. A traveller passes an old post station to hear a voice brighten the night beside a village. Harp, low whistle and fingerpicked guitar surround a clear female lead, while soft fiddle and strings leave room to breathe. A gentle six-beat sway lets longing linger like tea and gives the journey home its own time.
Horse bells fall into moonlight, and tea fragrance travels along a mountain road. A traveller passes an old post station to hear a voice brighten the night beside a village. Harp, low whistle and fingerpicked guitar surround a clear female lead, while soft fiddle and strings leave room to breathe. A gentle six-beat sway lets longing linger like tea and gives the journey home its own time.