They are approaching the world back and forth in the voice of the wind
Ancient sound
Text/Chen Runmin
The colorful flowing water is shining with a faint light
The alpine valley is covered with its own bedding
Waking up this time in the window of childhood
Cherish the warmth of the past
Separated by the desert, the mountains and forests wander low, and the wandering wilderness
Hide the sound of a coachman shouting that he will soon die
The post road slowly filled the pavilion with a response that refused to be lost
Until the sunrise and the snowy mountains stopped trembling
The city is faintly the glorious old appearance of the ancient building
Standing in the empty memory of the earth
Only the smoke of the ruins stretches the human affection
Constantly slowing down the splendor of the setting sun nirvana
Confused feelings Trance in all empty spaces
The quiet rhythm is hazy in the twilight
The theme of life hidden in the depths of the old scroll
Use silk paper to unfold those gilded mottles
I don't know how the blooming spring buds are gratefully continuing
It attracted a dazed crescent moon above the weeping willows
There were so many treetops bursting out of my heart
They are approaching the world back and forth in the voice of the wind
Slowly stop in an uncertain light
Where's the mother, though she never played the piano
The elusive melody of life has just come in
A yellowing moon actually sits in the night sky
1982,10,3
Revised on March 8, 2020
Concentrate; When I was 13 years old, my mother died young.
