A Song of Red Dust

Who waits for a thousand years

There is always a dream in the red dust

Why ask what is right and wrong

Through all the vicissitudes of life

The more we know how to have no regrets

Who turns the heart of a flower into tears

Who follows us forever in our dreams

The cup of life

How to drink it, the more you will be intoxicated

Passing clouds of the past

To face it with openness

The cold tears blowing in the wind

To know what it's like to be parted

How many frosts, how many heartbreaks

How much helplessness to experience slowly

The falling flowers are like running water

To know the preciousness of the flowering period

How many searches and how much burden

How much of the landscape is still the most beautiful

What is it that makes me think about the future of the world?

Who turns flowers into tears

Who follows you in your dreams

The wine of life

How to drink is drunk

The clouds of the past

To face it openly

The cold tears blowing in the wind

To know what it's like to part

How many frosts and how many broken hearts

How much helplessness

Fallen flowers are like running water

To know the preciousness of the blossom period

How much searching, how much burden

How many landscapes are still the most beautiful

The cold tears are blowing in the wind

To know the taste of separation

How much frost, how much heartbreak

How many helplessnesses to be slowly learned

This is the first time that I've ever seen a woman in the world who is not a woman.

It is only when you know the preciousness of a flower season

How much searching and how much burdening

How much scenery is still the most beautiful

How much searching and how much burdening

How much scenery is still the most beautiful

It is only when you know the preciousness of a flower season

How much searching and how much burdening

How much scenery is still the most beautiful