Lyrics of Chang Jing's Qianxun

I am a cloud, adhering to the will of the wind, inspecting everything under the sky.

I visited mountains, deserts, plains and Gobi. I traveled rivers, ponds, lakes and oceans.

The wind does not stop, and my steps do not stop.

There are countless parting moments of sigh.

The sky is so broad and lonely, my road is getting longer and farther, and I can't stop wandering.

But still can not reach the imaginary end of the sky.

Finally, my heavy steps can no longer be taken, because I have collected too many, too many, sad, happy, from, together.

It is the bondage of silence, sweet to pain.

Cloud's mind, its name is rain.

When the lightning sword stabs my heart, it is a continuous cry.

When all the thoughts are banished in mid air, I also disappear.

rain

Falling, unstoppable falling.

Thousands of thread, thousands of silk, can not weave a net to salvage the distant figure.

The open palm of Wu Tong can not grip my hurried footsteps. The clothes rolled by the banana can not wrap up my falling body.

I fell in the treetop, in the eaves, in the windowsill, in the umbrella top, on the hard ground, out of a dream like short flowers.

I have sneaked into the dream of a peaceful march and sowed the silk rain called happiness.

I miss the midnight when I came back.

I used to sit alone in the autumn dusk, deducting every bit of melancholy.

I also wet the clothes of spring visitors and directed a legendary encounter under the umbrella.

In the end, only the earth can take my fall.

In the moment of throwing into the soft embrace of the soil, I woke up countless souls sleeping in the dark.

I touched the soul to wake up when the gentle vibration, a certain surge of joy, it is life can not be suppressed.

The roots are breathing like a net. In the earth, countless new hopes are sprouting.

The journey in the earth makes me calm.

I almost fell asleep until I heard the gurgling of the running water, which was an underground river.

water

The sunlight diffuses, the eye wave of the sound, have the trance of a moment.

River out of the ground, I also came to the ground, I am a real drop of water in the river.

Countless drops of water into a flowing river, the direction of the river is the direction of water.

A drop of water, only follow the river, can walk on the earth ceaselessly.

I want to go far away.

No matter what is waiting in front of me is the lake like a dream, or the desert that will bury me.

Whether I will reach the steep cliff or the surging sea.

Flowing day and night, like time.

There is no other thing in the world that is as close to time as I am.

I am not soft, but can change unlimited posture, I am invisible, so can contain everything.

In this way, he became the infatuation of the wise.

Others see the whole world from me, and then look up at the heaven in the transparency.

It is not to prove the power of persistence that I penetrate the rock.

I just want to let the clear spring flow from the stone, just like tears flow from my heart.