| Song | Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal |
| Artist | Mychael Danna |
| Album | Vanity Fair [Original Score] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Philharmonia Orchestra ... | |
| Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white | |
| Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk | |
| Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font | |
| The firefly wakens, waken thou with me | |
| Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost | |
| And like a ghost she glimmers on to me | |
| Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars | |
| And all thy heart lies open unto me | |
| Now slides the silent meteor on | |
| And leaves a shining furrow | |
| As thy thoughts in me | |
| Now folds the lily all her sweetness up | |
| And slips into the bosom of the lake | |
| So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip | |
| Into my bosom and be lost in me |
| zuo ci : Philharmonia Orchestra ... | |
| Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white | |
| Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk | |
| Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font | |
| The firefly wakens, waken thou with me | |
| Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost | |
| And like a ghost she glimmers on to me | |
| Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars | |
| And all thy heart lies open unto me | |
| Now slides the silent meteor on | |
| And leaves a shining furrow | |
| As thy thoughts in me | |
| Now folds the lily all her sweetness up | |
| And slips into the bosom of the lake | |
| So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip | |
| Into my bosom and be lost in me |
| zuò cí : Philharmonia Orchestra ... | |
| Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white | |
| Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk | |
| Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font | |
| The firefly wakens, waken thou with me | |
| Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost | |
| And like a ghost she glimmers on to me | |
| Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars | |
| And all thy heart lies open unto me | |
| Now slides the silent meteor on | |
| And leaves a shining furrow | |
| As thy thoughts in me | |
| Now folds the lily all her sweetness up | |
| And slips into the bosom of the lake | |
| So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip | |
| Into my bosom and be lost in me |