The lyrics of the traveler passing by the world

An endless stream

The destination of express train is unlimited

I want to go to all the scenery I haven't seen in my life

The vegetation on both sides is gradually distinct, like the vision of youth

Scarecrow takes off his hat to the passengers

The little witch blinked cunningly on her broom

Wave through the window, turn around and fly to the sun

Through a thick forest leaves leak harp

By the passing Unicorn leaping out of the melody

The cup contains the reflection of the void and drinks the blue sky and white clouds

As if there were dust, the universe could linger in the palm of my hand

The more you see the difference of the solitary cliff cave, the more you are greedy for the unknown mystery ahead

The world is far away, but my soul is shining

Echinochloa crusgalli

Like fireflies and stars in midsummer night

The first ray of dawn of the town along the way

Turn around the field, deep smoke flying into the mountains fog

How many dragons have climbed over the mountains

Hold your breath and focus on time and space

Those dreams are still young, even if the youth will be old

Dear guardian of the wheat field, shake the skirt of the straw

Wind like tolerance, sigh connive me to run away

How lucky it is to have a whole lonely planet

A view of the world under the brim of a hat

Listen to the gloomy pulse of the earth's heart and lean forward to catch the new wind on the top of the mountain

The sky, clouds and shadows are silent, passing another season of life

[Walter Evans]

Those I love deeply, but eventually wipe their shoulders in silence

The footprints left by the storm in those years

Floating and sinking in the vast sea of memory

Depend on life

The loneliest ant in the wasteland, the flying firefly in the wind

All like too nameless in your eyes place this boundless world

To fall in love with a strange smile, to some unspeakable beauty

Life is like a floating duckweed. It's only when we travel by waves that we are lucky to encounter many wonders

Lead the Bard's back to wander and settle down

Mountains and rivers, dreams, rushing past, being attached to one's heart

If one day I recall it from the beginning, it will still be as warm as silk

That's the mark you were born with