A Thousand Years Of Singing

A new breeze blows, it’s been a thousand years
How many years has the river flowed?
Meeting you feels like a royal feast
Under the willow by the high tower

A round autumn moon shines bright
A cold sword cuts through the autumn frost
A journey in spring, the wind comes softly
A painting of willows, dressed in jade

In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing paths, I meet you in a verse
In the sound of the wind, flowers and snow
Unintentionally, I strum the strings of the broken moon
In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing through the light of time, the moon shines on the night
In the sound of a thousand returns
It becomes a warm melody, a sweet heart's song

Climbing high, gazing at the heavens and earth
The great river flows, endlessly far
Golden clouds stretch for miles, moving with the wind
White waves crash against the snowy mountains
A song flows down the high mountains
A pond reflects the bamboo shadows

A connection of dreams, in the green flowers
A splash of mountains and waters, it’s pure madness
In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing paths, I meet you in a verse
In the sound of the wind, flowers and snow
Unintentionally, I strum the strings of the broken moon

In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing through the light of time, the moon shines on the night
In the sound of a thousand returns
It becomes a warm melody, a sweet heart's song
In the sound of creation, all things
Half following the classics
Forever flowing, passing down.