Lyrics of Xiong Tianping's I am busy

I'm busy

I was busy shaking the torch

I'm busy sculpting myself

I am busy beating the marching drums and cymbals

I am busy playing the reed flute for spring

I'm busy making predictions of happiness

I am busy visiting the news of truth

I'm busy transplanting the tree of life into the jungle of battle

I'm busy turning fermented blood into juice of love

Until one day I die

Like a fish sleeping in the pool of smiles

I'll turn off the light and rest

I have a wonderful finish

Like a collection of poems, and the earth that covers me

That's the cover of the poetry collection

I was busy shaking the torch

I'm busy sculpting myself

I am busy beating the marching drums and cymbals

I am busy playing the reed flute for spring

I'm busy making predictions of happiness

I am busy visiting the news of truth

I'm busy transplanting the tree of life into the jungle of battle

I'm busy turning fermented blood into juice of love

Until one day I die

Like a fish sleeping in the pool of smiles

I'll turn off the light and rest

I have a wonderful finish

Like a collection of poems, and the earth that covers me

That's the cover of the poetry collection

I am busy I am busy

I am busy I am busy

I'm busy. I'm busy

I am busy I am busy

I am busy I am busy

I'm busy. I'm busy