Listen to the ensemble "Birds and Phoenix"
The trees that woke up suddenly merged into the forest
So many lush leaves grow at once
Business is flourishing in the light of the sun
They are tiled on the cover of the early morning
With a crisp roar, it started
I was surrounded by this Zen forest
Wrapped around the lines of the morning fog and sunlight
Let the memories brush my smoky village
They looked as intimate as a childhood village
The birds came, the birds of their homeland
I know them, and I can call them by name
They must have recognized me as well
Recognized the boy running in the forest
How bright this morning!
The forest is so clean that the trees stand in rows
Flowers and plants are also neatly arranged in dance formations
They welcome the birds in this gesture
Use such a morning to wait for the arrival of a ritual
I heard those beautiful rhythms singing
Playing on the ground floor of my life with a pilgrimage
Let me suddenly see under my feet, suddenly see the distance
It was the sound that often fluttered in the morning in my hometown
That's my hometown, that's my fields and woods
That was my teenage years singing for me
First came the cuckoo, holding the hand of the season
This is followed by yellow orioles, cuckoos, magpies and spotted doves
And the flocks of finches that I couldn't name at all
They jumped, danced, and swarmed
Unveil a grand movement in the form of a chorus
They sing to the totem in the most beautiful voices
The golden phoenix came, mighty in the world
It flew from above the white clouds above the Nine Heavens
It stands at the top of the forest overlooking its subjects
Accept the worship of hundreds of birds, and the forest is full of life
It was a pious in the Republic
Their praise is inscribed on every leaf
Become admired by all generations through a sigh
I followed the sound of this scream to find my hometown
There are fields, wheat waves, villages and woods
There are all kinds of birds there, these singing birds
There were old people and children, men and women
There are dead people and people who are about to be born
Everything I had as a teenager was stored there
In an instant, I was awakened by this stirring scream
Running and jumping, chasing after this ten thousand morning sun
The singing of these birds shows the quietness of the village
It shows the vastness of the fields and the vastness of the forests
Even if they stop singing, even if they fly away
I still follow this rhythm back home
Today, I am far away from home
I dreamed of these birds, I dreamed of the fields
I also dreamed of the phoenix, and I dreamed of the forest
The birds are worshipping the phoenix, and I am worshiping my hometown
The singing of these birds is eternal
And I am not, and never will be
I'm just a leaf in this forest of trees
I could only look at them with such joy
But they can't really leave these behind
I can only look at them with such joy
But they can't really leave themselves behind
2021.8.28
