One Flower, One Sword

Immortal music flows, leaving a lasting impression on the world
A white-clad youth descends like a flying bird against the sky
Wind sweeps flowers, rain reflects the world, shining on the lonely star
Floating through ancient times, seeking a floating light and shadow

Mother's years hide how much worry, eyes startled by the journey
Sound discs and strings late as if connecting the stars in the sky
Faintly thanking Huangshan, also surprised to find the sound of mystery
Moonlight shining, illuminating the lonely journey with wings

One thought, flowers and trees surround fragrant clouds, one thought follows the shadow
Young peach blossoms like immortals, stopping at the store, flashing scenes of thunder
Just beginning to live in white, thoughts passing by, practicing the illusion of stars
Sending life, one flower, one sight, one wish, people see the journey

Hearing that Mount Taicang is difficult to revisit, the national ancestral machine
Broken walls, distant remnants, flying sand, sunny strength
Turning splendor into extinction, faces becoming a battle of fire, a window
Worrying thoughts in the waves, lost in the nameless, yet lightly reflected

One thought, flowers and trees blowing silently, clouds and rain, simple and beautiful scenes
Time breaks in the lake, flowing through the illusion of the peach blossom garden
Material dust, clear face, but also dust and emotional memories
Not just a flower, one sight, one person, and the power of the masses

Lingering among the flowers and trees, a continuous army stationed, looking back from afar
Letting the dust settle, laughing at the strange length between the mountains
The destination unspoken, once prosperous, now all gone
Night fire extinguished, one flower, one sight, one life and the march

Traveling between heaven and earth
Only wishing to follow a pair of shadows