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作词：飞马流星
作曲：飞马流星
演唱：飞马流星
In palm lines Hetu appears to change;
In heart's chasm Kunlun's snow does arrange
At feet dust stirs up the war's smoke gray;
In eyes light forges the star -filled fray
Nine -thousand -mile clouds roll up like flags grand;
Five -thousand -year beacons temper into iron land
Who at the Great Wall's end carves an undying scroll
Yellow River's water surges into veins;
Yangtze River's waves wash heroes' fates away
Stone steps stack up the rise -and -fall way;
Forbidden City locks the eternal moon's ray
Bronze sword edges engrave the promise grand;
Silk Road winds towards the world's wide land
Who at the time's ferry sails through people's day and night
The world!It's the moon that never sets on the blade!
It's the blood that's still warm in the annals made!
It's the horse that runs on the plain without rest!
It's the wild that lives under the sky undressed!
It's the beacons lighting up the endless night;
The long history river rushes in full flight!
It's the grandeur in heart the might in pen
The right path on earth that will never bend!
(The gale arises!The clouds are soaring high!)
(The gale arises!The clouds are soaring high!)
In the desert lone smoke points to the sky;
In the south gentle rain moistens poems dry
In the north hoofbeats shatter the ice's hold;
In the south sails break through the fog's fold
Hundred schools' words stir up the changing scene;
All people's strength forms a mountain serene
Who at the fate's peak sets the boundaries clear
The world!It's the heaven supported by spine!
It's the land where bloodlines are intertwined!
It's the thought that burns like a spreading fire;
It's the vow that stays firm in the flood's mire
It's the beacons lighting up the endless night;
The long history river rushes in full flight!
It's the grandeur in heart the might in pen
The right path on earth that will never bend!
Paintings can't depict its grand expanse;
Words can't describe its harsh cold glance
It's born from humble grass and soil;
It grows in sun and snow it's no toil
It's engraved on cracked oracle bones;
It rings out from the ancient bells' tones
It's the horn that calls with one -call might;
It's the torch passed down through day and night!
The world!It's the soul forged by mountains and rivers!
It's the long song of civilization that forever shivers!
It's the boldness that holds the universe tight;
It's the charm that shines with sun and moon's light!
It's the beacons lighting up the endless night;
The long history river rushes on out of sight!
It's the heart embracing seas the will to seize
Through ages and ages sharing the same moon's ease!
Ah The world!
It's the moon that stays the same through years!
Shining over this boundless human sphere!
(The gale arises!The clouds are soaring high!)
(The gale arises!The clouds are soaring high!)