Lyrics: Huang Yunling
Composer: Huang Yunling Zhong Xingmin
Quiet waves are always running towards the boundless sea
The green leaves of the hills are embraced by the colorful roses
Flower blossoms and falls, there is always a time for goodbyes
The most beautiful thing is the blinking of an eye that passes by in a hurry
Your smile lights up the universe
I hear the wind singing softly, and the valley streams echoing
It is an old song that he sings, and I miss it so much.
Hear the wind sing softly, and the valley streams echo
That's an old song, he sings of longing
Disappearing at sea level, left behind on a summer's day
It's been a long time since I've seen you
Watch the clouds drift slowly, and the beautiful ears of rice dance
That's an old song, he sings of the wanderer who's away from home
If you're missing me, you'll never know what I mean.
If you miss it, look up to the sky
Call out to me
The grassland I miss the most
The blue sky is always open to embrace the clouds
The afternoon rain always washes away my panic
The people come and go, and there is always a time for goodbye
The best of all, in the blink of an eye, passes by
Your smile lights up your eyes, and you can see that you have a smile on your face.
Your smile lights up the universe
I hear the wind singing softly, the valley streams echoing
It's an old song, he sings of longing
Disappearing at sea level, left behind on a summer's day
It's been a long time since I've seen you
I'm looking at the clouds, slowly moving, the beautiful ears of rice are dancing
It's an old song, he sings of a long time ago, when the wanderers left home
It's a long time ago, he sings of a long time ago, when the wanderers left home, but it's not long now. "If you're away from home"
If you miss it, look up to the sky
Call out to me, call out to me
Oh, please call out to me
Hear the wind, think of the song
Think of who's missing, who's waiting for
Ride on the wind, blow it gently, blow it to you
It's been so long
Looking at the clouds, they're floating, the beautiful ears of rice are flying.
That's an old song, he sings of the wanderer who's away from home
If you miss it so much, please look up to the sky
Call out to the grassland that I miss the most in my heart
The grassland I miss
The sky you miss
The grassland that's ours
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