Lyrics, music, singing and visuals: Gua Zhe Ling Feng
Excerpts from the chorus: Drinking·Part 5
Arranger: JaylinN
Remix: Shentu Xiao P
Building a house in a human environment
No noise of carriages and horses
I ask you what you can do
Distant and self-centered
The weather is good day and night
Flying Birds and Returning
There is real meaning in this
Want to distinguish but forget to speak
Get up early, chop wood, smell the flowers and listen to the chirping of insects
The hoeing ground echoes ethereally in the ironwood at the valley floor.
The dewdrops wet the brim of the hat, which shines beautifully in the sunlight
Can be indulged
Why not an honor
This makes me love and yearn for
Landscapes are not as bright and clean as the noisy world
Gentle wind in the wilderness
green grass
Never care about my clothes
haunting drumming
red tape
All can be forgotten
in the long night
There are bamboo shadows and full moon accompanying me
Be a solitary bird
The thousand-mile horse and the swan please go to the parallel train
Consider me lacking
The ability to strengthen the bone in the throat
I'm just a scholar
Naturally, it is impossible to distinguish
All kinds of invisible human hearts
What's better than immersing yourself in something?
in one's own world
Plant five willows to avoid decay
Don’t be a prisoner of others
Wipe away the dirt of the world
Wait until the fruits are ripe
No need to call for help just for a morsel of food
Building a house in a human environment
No noise of carriages and horses
I ask you what you can do
Distant and self-centered
The weather is good day and night
Flying Birds and Returning
There is real meaning in this
Want to distinguish but forget to speak
What Verse said in the first paragraph
In fact, you can only lie to yourself
Who doesn’t yearn for an official career?
Be willing to be autistic
One person isolates the world
It's really not that much of a backbone.
How many nights have I lamented
Where do I need my martial arts skills?
It’s useless to say more
We have to go early tomorrow to enjoy the sunrise
The reward is not the sunrise
It’s the hesitation in my heart
I looked outside the valley, afraid that someone might be there.
There is another hope deep in my heart
Fear attacks me again
I keep repeating to myself
The pastoral scenery is wonderful
The so-called grand plan
Runaguaman Furnace
Complex, ugly and useless
Thinking in a dead end
It is the brain’s protection from depression
I just don't get along with others
What tricks can I use?
Call me a poet who migrates to the deep mountains and forests
I just can't understand the world, so I live in seclusion
What can I say?
And said I was indifferent
Even if I visit the thatched cottage three times
infuriating
I just haven't heard it yet
The footsteps of the person in my heart
Building a house in a human environment
No noise of carriages and horses
I ask you what you can do
Distant and self-centered
The weather is good day and night
Flying Birds and Returning
There is real meaning in this
Want to distinguish but forget to speak