(Dragon Fist)
Northeast east with Dunhuang as the center of the circle
This nation's coastline is like a bow
The Great Wall is like a dream waiting to be shot for 5,000 years
I use my arms to pull apart the weight of this whole land
(Drifting)
Find a pen and write in a diary to record courage
I I can let my fists rebel against the wall
Inhale and exhale the glass of the sunroof to open my body
The sound of the engine here is like a musical instrument
(Chaotic Dance of Spring and Autumn)
That chaotic era, the imperial court was too corrupt
Man-made disasters caused natural calamities and the dynasty of the Eastern Han Dynasty collapsed and rose and fell overnight
The map of the Nine States was cut by the people into three
Separately reading the rise and fall of the Three Kingdoms.
Separately reading the rise and fall of the history of the three kingdoms, I want to go and see it clearly
(Huo Yuanjia)
Small towns, the years flow by
Clear courage
Scrubbed memories, I remember you
Live proudly
(The General)
Look at me
My fingers are relaxed, my gaze is like a dragon
When the enemy is empty, I'll shoot from both sides
I'm as powerful as a rainbow, and I'll use all my guns and horses
It's useless to run away when the city is under siege
(Compendium of Materia Medica)
If Hua Tuo were to come back to this world, all the foreigners would be healed
Foreigners are coming to learn Chinese characters to stimulate my national consciousness
Maquillus chinensis, cassia seed, cangguzi seed, and lotus seed
Pharmalodea chinensis, bitter bean seeds, and neem seeds. Neem, I want to save face
Rewrite a piece of history my way
Nothing else, repeat after me
Yam, angelica, goji berries, GO Yam, angelica, goji berries, GO
Watch as I grab a handful of Chinese herbs, and take a piece of my pride
The Milanese blacksmith
Milanese skies have just broken through
The ballad of Eastern Europe
The ballad that comes from the East
What is it, the song? Eastern European ballad
What are the chords
How many more guitars does that tellurium need to be struck before he can buy one
He doesn't know what to do, he can't sleep
The little wish that's about to come true, he's smiling
(In the Name of my Father)
Spill it on the beasts I've tamed
Silence shouts silence shouts silence
Loneliness begins to fester, and I'll be there to help.
Loneliness began to fester, mocking me unceasingly
Memories gradually burned, images of innocence
Cruel tenderness appeared, a time for vulnerability
Let's pray together
(Tea brewed by Grandpa)
Millennium, that day, I was flipping through the dictionary
What's the word that describes something so distant
The heavens.
I didn't know it was a waste of time until I was nine years old
The camphor wood cross section of this tea table has twenty-three turns of the wheel of the year
The other side of the camera jumps to my mature face
After all these years, the calluses on my grandpa's hands
spread the color of the tea as they soaked in the water
(nunchucks)
Their son, I'm used to it and have learned it since I was a child
I've been taught it since I was little.
I'm used to it, I've learned it from childhood
I'm used to playing with knives, guns, sticks and clubs
What's my favorite weapon, the nunchucks, they're soft with steel
I want to go to Songshan Mountain in Henan Province to learn Shao Lin and Wudang
(Dad, I'm home)
Don't ever beat up on my mom again
Don't you think it'll hurt your hands
Yeah, I know it will. The Goethean churches who played a piece
A piece of wandering sorrow
Following the sound of the piano we saw roses clinging to eighteenth-century paintings
(The Last Battle)
We looked for shelter in the trenches amidst machine-gun fire
The castles that we sand-carved in our childhood were ruined, and they were just rebuilt
But your blood-stained, bullet-hole-ridden military jacket
Is it not enough?
But your bloodstained, bullet-riddled jacket
Can't even hold up your prayer hands
Remembering the taste of popsicle soda in the smoke
And those youngsters who did nothing for a whole summer
I put down my rifle and remembered the school I graduated from last year
And the tears kept on forgetting to fall
(I'm sorry)
I missed the desks and chairs of my elementary school
I miss the school of my childhood. I miss the desks and chairs
I miss writing in my diary with a pencil
Recording that primitive beauty
Recording the first time I met you
(Materia Medica)
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