The sun rises on the mountaintop
The sound of gongs calls the sun
It echoes through the forest
Like the warmth of eternity
Dew still clings to the leaves
The red earth is still warm to the touch
Ten lakes by the fire
Welcoming this new day
The sound is not just a sound
But the lakes of the mountains and forests
Each evening echoes
Is the history of the long road
The sound of gongs spreads everywhere
Resounding fiercely and widely
Calling back generations
Preserving all sources
Today's dry coffee
Hearing in each grain of moonlight #The sound of the mountains
Of the green forest #The forest drifts with the wind #Light as a lullaby #Footsteps on the water #Slow in the afternoon rain #Stories from father to son remain #Nothing is lost #Only added to the story #A new piece of music recorded #In today's bustling city #The sound still remains #In every cup of coffee #There is the long-lasting sound of gongs #The sound of gongs spreading everywhere #Never fades like the moon on the horizon #The singer is truly harmonious #Dry coffee at the door #But the forest is still full #In the original soul #In each Day
The sound of gongs gradually deepens, opposing each other
The sound of gongs spreads everywhere
Resounding throughout today
From Dai Lan far away to this city
Dry coffee, those who know it are there
Long train journeys, what worries me?
But what coolness remains in this city?
And the joy contained within
The sun rises on the mountaintop
The sound of gongs calls the sun
It echoes through the forest
Like the warmth of eternity
Dew still clings to the leaves
The red earth is still warm to the touch
Ten lakes by the fire
Welcoming this new day
The sound is not just a sound
But the lakes of the mountains and forests
Each evening echoes
Is the history of the long road
The sound of gongs spreads everywhere
Resounding fiercely and widely
Calling back generations
Preserving all sources
Today's dry coffee
Hearing in each grain of moonlight #The sound of the mountains
Of the green forest #The forest drifts with the wind #Light as a lullaby #Footsteps on the water #Slow in the afternoon rain #Stories from father to son remain #Nothing is lost #Only added to the story #A new piece of music recorded #In today's bustling city #The sound still remains #In every cup of coffee #There is the long-lasting sound of gongs #The sound of gongs spreading everywhere #Never fades like the moon on the horizon #The singer is truly harmonious #Dry coffee at the door #But the forest is still full #In the original soul #In each Day
The sound of gongs gradually deepens, opposing each other
The sound of gongs spreads everywhere
Resounding throughout today
From Dai Lan far away to this city
Dry coffee, those who know it are there
Long train journeys, what worries me?
But what coolness remains in this city?
And the joy contained within