Ink Snow Brewing Spring

[Verse]
The inkstone lightly grinds the icy patterns and sand
Half a plum blossom peeks out from your sleeve
The bronze sparrow tower locks away unwritten letters
Moss stains spread over the seal of years

[Pre-Chorus]
Nine layers of mica screens steam with rosy clouds
A silk thread hangs by your temple, capturing the crescent moon
The paperweight fails to smooth out the noisy heartbeat
Ink spreads butterflies searching for flowers on the paper

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Frozen silver toad hangs at the eaves
Stars in the wine cup shake into fragments
Your warm breath melts the frozen night in the inkstone
Snow water brews spring on the brush tip

[Chorus]
Pear blossoms steal kisses at the edge of the porcelain pillow
Your eyes turn into depths of amber
Snow water for tea brings up old vows
Apricot blossoms pin down the paper kite trying to escape

[Bridge]
(The zither fingers interlace with falling snow and bamboo sounds
The flute winds like the stretching plum branches)

[Verse 2]
The frozen brush strokes outline your silhouette
The red rock blurs on the rouge collarbone
The corridor lanterns become intoxicated fireflies
Listening to snow cough and rinse on the stone steps

[Bridge 2]
(Suddenly modulates)
The light ink scroll wraps around the iron painted silver hook
Fermented in the sandalwood box, turning into wine
Butterflies break the curse of the silk cocoon
The fortune teller says this is the eighth life looking back

[Chorus variation]
Tea smoke wraps around the faded door handle
You step on shattered ice and say it's a late night in Jiangnan
Snow seeds melt into whispers in your throat
Apricot seeds split into twin petals in your palm

[Outro]
(The ending gradually fades, melting snow drips mixing with the lingering chime of bells)