Ti Tian (Rice Fields)

In the mountains, I’m waiting for you to write the last words
I’m stepping out, slowly turning my back, letting go of the past
This song, I’m saying it myself, it’s about my teenage years
The countryside’s a piece of paradise, where I’ve chased my dreams in the green fields

The night’s calling, it makes me feel alive, capturing the best moments
Unfamiliar faces in the crowd, I won’t write down what they say, it’s all just noise
Riding the bus to school, I see you outside, grazing in the fields
It’s a kind of freedom that can’t be expressed in words

*Hey ya, oh yeah, let’s go
Oh yeah, oh yeah, hey, my dear little one
Hey ya, oh yeah, let’s go
Oh yeah, oh yeah, hey, let’s run away*

The little stream by the bakery carries our growing dreams
As the sky turns, I’m singing this song
People’s laughter fills the air, bringing joy and satisfaction
What I can’t let go of is this face, it’s my other piece of art
Recalling memories, turning them into stories, it’s like a beautiful painting
Encouraging you to remember, it’s all about the memories
I really want to forget how to be natural, how to let go
More than just a few dishes, I’m watching the sunset
The water buffaloes are turning into shadows on the wall
Symbolizing how people live their lives
A couple can be seen enjoying the view outside
But I can only see you in the high-end restaurant

Repeat **

The essence of the land is all about using resources wisely
The self-destructive humans are ruining nature’s balance
Are you tired of saying it’s for art?
Let’s see if the next book will be about whether it’s right or wrong

You say it’s for decoration, but I’m asking what’s the point
Is it just to use imagination to create a natural vibe?

That thought is for the next generation, for the next generation to remember
How sad it is that the green fields have turned into concrete

I can’t hear the green fields, but I’m still reaching for the birds
I can’t teach you, I’m not your teacher
I’m not the principal, I can’t give you a lecture… lecture…
Long… long… long… big round

You don’t want to hear me, but I can’t help it
I just want to write for you, but I can’t take it back
Under the bright sky, we’ll connect with the essence of life
This art is really hard to grasp.