The wind blows through Qianzhong Mountain
作词:飞马流星
作曲:飞马流星
演唱:飞马流星
The wind sweeps o'er the spine of mountains high
Like a letter sent to the faraway sky
It spreads o'er each wrinkle old and awry
It takes the leaves and time away
But can't take the scent of clay
It scatters mists counts springs and falls
Among the peaks it scribbles its calls
It scatters mists counts springs and falls
At the story's end it leaves a glance
The wind sings the names of mountains grand
It wakes up every grain of sand
It bypasses valleys climbs the tree's land
It stirs the pines the setting sun's sheen
But can't stir the lies of the stone scene
It scatters mists counts springs and falls
Among the peaks it scribbles its calls
It scatters mists counts springs and falls
At the story's end it leaves a glance
When moonlight climbs the old tombstone
The wind is counting mountains' own
It scatters mists counts springs and falls
Among the peaks it scribbles its calls
It scatters mists counts springs and falls
At the story's end it leaves a glance