Golden Armour


Translation/pinyin/lyrics by Ho@multistars.com

Golden Armour

Composer: Jay Chou (周杰倫) (周杰伦)
Lyricist: Vincent Fang (方文山) (方文山)


This is the theme song for the movie "Curse Of The Golden Flower"

The flag is like a rainbow
The mountains rising upon one another are like peaks
This army slivers like a dragon
The murderous looks are like the wind
The colour of blood is like red as wine

General, my pride is like charging ahead
The look of violence is like fierceness
The golden armour is like loyalty
The rider swift and fierce to my row like a blast
A blast

The scenery is like winter
The bleakness is like maple
The offensive is like a bow
The broken soul as if in a dream
Every movement
Like a pine tree
Unchanging for thousands of years
Like air
Like air
Like air

Blood dyes the armour
I wipe away the tears to kill
The whole city is full of chrysanthemum flowers
Whose kingdom will it be?
On top of the palace
The smoke signal and wind borne sand
Life and death is but
The scar of a knife

Hate stretches long and unbroken like fire
The eyebrows of anxious people are like locks
Feelings float, float
Floating for a lifetime like me
Flourishing this life like yesterday
See each other with weapons like destroying
Thousands of troops, tens of thousands of horses
Tens of thousands of horses gallop, that fratricide is like a mistake

The old battles are like wine
Success or failure, in the turn of an eye it is like Autumn
Beacon fires are all over the place
The memory of beacon fires are like rust
(That memory of beacon fires are like rust)
Whether or not the massacre was overdone
(Whether or not that massacre was overdone)
The memory of beacon fires are like rust
(That memory of beacon fires are like rust)
The royal blood as if cut off
(That royal blood as if cut off)

Blood dyes the armour
I wipe away the tears to kill
The whole city is full of chrysanthemum flowers
Whose kingdom will it be?
On top of the palace
The smoke signal and wind borne sand
Life and death is but
The scar of a knife

Blood dyes the armour
I wipe away the tears to kill
Wielding my sword and rearing my horse
Lets see who falls down
Dialog of love and hate
Remains in history
Who, in the middle of
Chaotic arrows, is elegant