Lyrics of Feng Jiajie's your name

Your name / May 10, 2014

Poem / Feng Jia Jie Qu / Feng Jia Jie

The nib falls on the paper, like the seed of spring

Held by the humble heart of the earth;

My pen is lotus step by step, if it doesn't flow out

The two syllables that tear the air.

The ink sinks into the paper and can never let it go,

I swear to stay forever in a hometown;

The tip of the pen is in the wheat field of my hometown,

Paper believes in the pen as we believe in the sun and the moon.

Your name is the gold soaked in the sun,

It's as desperate and difficult as a long muddy road;

Every night I see the gloomy shadow of the moon hanging on the treetops,

My mood is as desolate as your name.

The nib of the pen twists and affects the front of the thunderstorm,

We should give a rain to the wheat fields in our hometown;

All the time, I have to pour out my delusion from the tip of my pen,

Please forgive me for blaspheming your name again and again.