A Thousand Years Of Singing
Xīn fēng měI jiǔ dòu shí qiān
Xián yáng yóu xiá duō shǎo nián
Xiāng féng yì qì wéi jūn yǐn
Xì mǎ gāo lóu chuí liǔ biān
Yì wān qiū yuè hào jiǔ liàng
Yì bǎ hán jiàn xǐ qiū shuāng
Yì lǚ chūn yǔ suí fēng rù
Yí shù yān liǔ bì yù zhuāng
Luò yīn shī jiǔ zhī jiān
Chuān guò yí zì yí jù hé nǐ xiāng jiàn
Luò yīn fēng huā yǔ xuě
Wú yì bō nòng le suì yuè de qín xián
Luò yīn shī jiǔ zhī jiān
Chuān yuè shí guāng de yuè zhào liàng jīn yè
Luò yīn qiān huí bǎI zhuǎn
Huì chéng gē shēng wēn nuǎn měI yí piàn xīn tián
Dēng gāo zhuàng guān tiān dì jiān
Dà jiāng máng máng qù bù hái
Huáng yún wàn lǐ dòng fēng sè
Bái bō jiǔ dào liú xuě shān
Yì qǔ gāo shān liú shuǐ cháng
Yì chí píng suì zhú yǐng qiáng
Yì lián yōu mèng qīng huā lǐ
Yì pō shān shuǐ shì qīng kuáng
Luò yīn shī jiǔ zhī jiān
Chuān guò yí zì yí jù hé nǐ xiāng jiàn
Luò yīn fēng huā yǔ xuě
Wú yì bō nòng le suì yuè de qín xián
Luò yīn shī jiǔ zhī jiān
Chuān yuè shí guāng de yuè zhào liàng jīn yè
Luò yīn qiān huí bǎI zhuǎn
Huì chéng gē shēng wēn nuǎn měI yí piàn xīn tián
Luò yīn huà zuò wàn wù
Bàn suí jīng diǎn
Yóng yuǎn liú chuán
A Thousand Years of Singing
A new breeze blows, it’s been a thousand years
How many years has the river flowed?
Meeting you feels like a royal feast
Under the willow by the high tower
A round autumn moon shines bright
A cold sword cuts through the autumn frost
A journey in spring, the wind comes softly
A painting of willows, dressed in jade
In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing paths, I meet you in a verse
In the sound of the wind, flowers and snow
Unintentionally, I strum the strings of the broken moon
In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing through the light of time, the moon shines on the night
In the sound of a thousand returns
It becomes a warm melody, a sweet heart's song
Climbing high, gazing at the heavens and earth
The great river flows, endlessly far
Golden clouds stretch for miles, moving with the wind
White waves crash against the snowy mountains
A song flows down the high mountains
A pond reflects the bamboo shadows
A connection of dreams, in the green flowers
A splash of mountains and waters, it’s pure madness
In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing paths, I meet you in a verse
In the sound of the wind, flowers and snow
Unintentionally, I strum the strings of the broken moon
In the sound of the world, between the moments
Crossing through the light of time, the moon shines on the night
In the sound of a thousand returns
It becomes a warm melody, a sweet heart's song
In the sound of creation, all things
Half following the classics
Forever flowing, passing down.