Lyrics: Li Dongli
Composer: Huang Lei
Note: Coffin Flesh
Sung by: Wang Ting
Lyrics:
The small river flowed, and took away my childhood;
The sea buckthorns filled the slopes, and loaded into my heart.
A head (that) little donkey,
A pole (that) shepherd's whip,
The mountain people's dream is like a mountain road that can't go out of the way,
The mountain road is curved, hey! Grandma's ballad is singing, Grandpa's calendar is turning over,
The longing of several generations is spinning on this mountain road,
The mountain road is spinning on this mountain road. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that!
The river flowed and brought me to this day; the sea buckthorn filled the slope and let me taste the sweetness.
A sound (that) mountain song, a slip (that) car and horse smoke,
Mountain people's happy like walking endless mountain road bends, mountain road bends. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!
Grandma's new songs are being sung, grandpa's new things are being made up,
The dreams of several generations are being realized on this mountain road.