Bu Xian

Dreams of clouds and mist, who knows
Lonely, looking at the mirror, heart in chaos
Young and innocent, wind blowing arrogantly
Whispers softly, voices murmuring

Clear river, embracing flowers, people intoxicated
Blue waves, three inches, wind gently caressing the morning mist
Always seeking light, entering the bridge, half sound of loneliness
Standing like clouds, dancing with the wind and rain
(dancing with the wind and rain)

Meeting briefly, hopes fading, small regrets, forgotten
Father and son, spirits asking, searching the heavens and earth
Heavenly son laughs
A cup of fine wine, just for you, turning good
The road ahead, flowing years, boundless that wind and hair

Clear river, embracing flowers, people intoxicated
Blue waves, three inches, wind gently caressing the morning mist
Always seeking light, entering the bridge, half sound of loneliness
Standing like clouds, dancing with the wind and rain
(dancing with the wind and rain)

Meeting briefly, hopes fading, small regrets, forgotten
Father and son, spirits asking, searching the heavens and earth
Heavenly son laughs
A cup of fine wine, just for you, turning good
The road ahead, flowing years, boundless that wind and hair

Meeting briefly, hopes fading, small regrets, forgotten
Father and son, spirits asking, searching the heavens and earth
(searching the heavens and earth)
Heavenly son laughs
A cup of fine wine, just for you, turning good
The road ahead, flowing years, boundless that wind and hair