Lyrics of Kong Yibing's waiting for you to raise the flying mast

Waiting for you to raise the flutter on the mast

Don't think about the warm autumn, don't think about the road,

One carries his luggage and looks at the sunshine among the clouds.

In the distance, there are Pine Ridge, wind wall and river bed stretching to the horizon.

When I walk through the empty space without people, my heart is everywhere

Far away.

The sun and the moon stop, the wind doesn't sound, the world turns back, the road is very long.

When I walk through the empty space without people, my heart is everywhere

Far away.

An empty trace of hesitation, a touch of embellishment of sadness,

A person sewing mending, patching time sail.

I am a spray in the ocean, I am a season blooming in the wild.

When you raise the mast, I'll take it home

The whistle sounded.

The legs of the clock are short and long, and the mountains and rivers are high and far with direction.

When you raise the mast, I'll take it home

The whistle sounded.