Stepping into the river, cliff opposing another cliff
Weining grass and begonia flowers blossoming
Who hang the moon in the sky
Shining on what would like to be said flowing as ocean
Across the bountiful high mountains, across the limitless sea
If you are still anticipating, it’s always the warm spring that blossoms the flowers
Please gently stay behind, and allow the dreams to roll away this dust
The fragrance floats outside of the library, the sounds of nature plays a beautiful symphony
Not waiting for the night to pass and the sky to turn bright
Mrs. Shexiang returns following the moonlight
She paints the daylight on her heart
Shining the pitch black night brightly
Across the bountiful high mountains, across the limitless sea
If you are still anticipating, it’s always the warm spring that blossoms the flowers
Please gently stay behind, and allow the dreams to roll away this dust
The fragrance floats outside of the library, the sounds of nature plays a beautiful symphony
The Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside of other mountains; the moonlight showers a loud puddle
Is there anyone who can tell me if the Heaven is calling for you?
A mountain over a river, thousands of mountains and river is never lonely
Your previous years turn into a legend, hundred miles of Azalea is not withering
The Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside of other mountains; the moonlight showers a loud puddle
Is there anyone who can tell me if the Heaven is calling for you?
A mountain over a river, thousands of mountains and river is never lonely
Your previous years turn into a legend, hundred miles of Azalea is not withering
Nostalgia is always looping in the heart
The homage is our memories
The kind heartbeat
The road where I searched for you makes the wind stop
Still clearly see your strong footsteps
If the Heaven can keep you,if the Earth can also hold you back
Wish you were always here in this realm between the clouds and the water.
The Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside of other mountains; the moonlight showers a loud puddle
Is there anyone who can tell me if the Heaven is calling for you?
A mountain over a river, thousands of mountains and river is never lonely
Your previous years turn into a legend, hundred miles of Azalea is not withering
The Wumeng Mountain is connected to the mountains outside of other mountains; the moonlight showers a loud puddle
Is there anyone who can tell me if the Heaven is calling for you?
A mountain over a river, thousands of mountains and river is never lonely
Your previous years turn into a legend, hundred miles of Azalea is not withering