Lyrics of Meng Tingwei's "quiet life, slow river"

Who knows the spring river water first

The sound of cicada made the weather hot

It doesn't need to be arranged or said well

C'est la vie is timing

The leaves turn yellow when the wind blows

The snow is white and the heart is quiet

No guessing, no making

C'est la vie is the season

There are too many things to be willing to do

That's why we're waiting to stay

But time never waits

Never jump because you're hiding

Look at the river at your feet

Not fast, not slow, not urgent

How many fields have you gone through? The turning point on the top of the mountain

Flow slowly with your own rhythm

Look at the fish in the river

Not fast, not slow, not fast

How much have you gone through, little by little, bitterness and happiness

It always swims slowly, too

There are too many things to be willing to do

That's why we're waiting to stay

But time never waits

Never jump because you're hiding

Look at the river at your feet

Not fast, not slow, not urgent

How many turns have you made across the mountains

Flow slowly with your own rhythm

Look at the fish in the river

Not fast, not slow, not fast

How much have you gone through, little by little, bitterness and happiness

It's always swimming, and it's always swimming