I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart,Open to the lonely soul of
sickle harvesting,Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of,Eventually swaying in the desert oasis,I
believe I am,Born as the bright summer flowers,Do
not withered undefeated fiery demon rule,Heart rate and breathing to
bear the load of the cumbersome,Bored.
I heard the music, from the moon and carcass,Auxiliary extreme aestheticism
bait to capture misty,Filling the intense life, but also filling the
pure,There are always memories throughout the earth,I
believe I am,Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves,Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture,Even wilt
also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle,Occult.
I hear love, I believe in love,Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae,As desolate micro-burst of wind,Bleeding
through my veins,Years stationed in the belief,I
believe that all can hear,Even anticipate discrete, I met the other
their own,Some can not grasp the moment,Left
to the East to go West, Gu, the dead must not return to,See, I head
home Zanhua, in full bloom along the way all the way,Frequently missed
some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain.