Our Different Paths
fēng shā dí àn yǒng rì yuè dí gēng tì
zuó yè yī hú jiǔ liú bù zhù míng zhāo tā dí lái qù
hū xiào dí gū jì hēi àn zhōng dú xíng
nǎ pà shèng yī kǒu qì sān fēn zhēn qíng fù liǎo huáng shā yě yào xún nǐ
tà shàng zhè yī chéng lù jiān nán xiǎn zǔ fán sú qǐ néng lǐng wù
dàn wèn shēng yì hé huān sǐ yì hé kǔ suì yuè zhī yǒu chén mò
xiāng féng xiāng zhī běn wú yì luàn shì zuì nán xiāng xǔ
ēn chóu qiān lǐ tiáo dì dāo guāng xuè yǐng shuí chuī dà mò jiù qū
zài jiàn shì wēi qiáng jiāng qīng yǐ tiān xià jì wǎng shì hé xū zài tí
dài dào nǐ wǒ lǎo qù fén liǎo cán qū yáng huī zài qīng shǐ lǐ
hū xiào dí gū jì hēi àn zhōng dú xíng
nǎ pà shèng yī kǒu qì sān fēn zhēn qíng fù liǎo huáng shā yě yào xún nǐ
tà shàng zhè yī chéng lù jiān nán xiǎn zǔ fán sú qǐ néng lǐng wù
dàn wèn shēng yì hé huān sǐ yì hé kǔ suì yuè zhī yǒu chén mò
xiāng féng xiāng zhī běn wú yì luàn shì zuì nán xiāng xǔ
ēn chóu qiān lǐ tiáo dì dāo guāng xuè yǐng shuí chuī dà mò jiù qū
zài jiàn shì wēi qiáng jiāng qīng yǐ tiān xià jì wǎng shì hé xū zài tí
dài dào nǐ wǒ lǎo qù fén liǎo cán qū yáng huī zài qīng shǐ lǐ
xiāng féng xiāng zhī běn wú yì luàn shì zuì nán xiāng xǔ
ēn chóu qiān lǐ tiáo dì dāo guāng xuè yǐng shuí chuī dà mò jiù qū
zài jiàn shì wēi qiáng jiāng qīng yǐ tiān xià jì mǎn chéng fēng yǔ hé jù
dài dào nǐ wǒ lǎo qù fén liǎo cán qū tóng guī zài qīng shǐ lǐ
Our Different Paths
Wind, sand, and darkness, the sun and moon are more clear
Last night, a pot of wine, flowing without stopping, brightening his coming and going
Laughing at the ancient lonely darkness, walking alone in the dark
No need to fear, one sip, three minutes of true feelings, comforted by the desert, still searching for you
Stepping on this journey, difficult to return, struggling to rise, can lead to nothing
But ask life and death, ask bitterness and sweetness, the more you know, the more desolate
The fragrance of the wind, the essence of the paper, meaningless, chaos is the most difficult to understand
Swallowing bitterness, thousands of miles away, the road is full of blood, who is blowing the horn to drive away the silence
Seeing is believing, the strong will conquer, the sky is falling, the world is empty, what is needed is perseverance
Bringing you, I leave behind the past, dividing the sorrows, returning to the wilderness in the ruins
Laughing at the ancient lonely darkness, walking alone in the dark
No need to fear, one sip, three minutes of true feelings, comforted by the desert, still searching for you
Stepping on this journey, difficult to return, struggling to rise, can lead to nothing
But ask life and death, ask bitterness and sweetness, the more you know, the more desolate
The fragrance of the wind, the essence of the paper, meaningless, chaos is the most difficult to understand
Swallowing bitterness, thousands of miles away, the road is full of blood, who is blowing the horn to drive away the silence
Seeing is believing, the strong will conquer, the sky is falling, the world is empty, what is needed is perseverance
Bringing you, I leave behind the past, dividing the sorrows, returning to the wilderness in the ruins
The fragrance of the wind, the essence of the paper, meaningless, chaos is the most difficult to understand
Swallowing bitterness, thousands of miles away, the road is full of blood, who is blowing the horn to drive away the silence
Seeing is believing, the strong will conquer, the sky is falling, the world is full of wind and rain, and drama
Bringing you, I leave behind the past, dividing the sorrows, returning to the wilderness in the ruins