I am a love's poet, who've traveled through wildernesses, crossed over mountains
I am the migratory that flew over the field, singing my infinite fantasies
I am the blooming orchid in the valley,
Revealing the loves what've been hidden deep inside my heart.
The wind sings with me in harmony. And the moon accompanies me to sleep.
My footprints can be found all over streets and lanes,
Weaving through dancers and children.
I listen to stories told in the streets, looking for the faint scent left by my love.
In my dreams, women as pure as lilies are like shining stars in the Milky Way.
Their stories are all around me, and yet so far away from my life.
True love is like fogs in a dream, in which I feel lost.
Reality is like thunder. But illusion keeps me moving forward.
Only the unattainable true love can lighten my life.
If you were I, you will be the same.
I wish I were a warrior with the loves of eight brides.
And we rest under a green flower pool that exists forever in my belief
In the paradise without day and night, we obtain eternal life
We sing songs for love with reverence and melancholy.
（Then we sing songs for love with reverence and melancholy.）
I am the migratory that flew over the field, singing my infinite fantasies
I am the blooming orchid in the valley,
Revealing the loves what've been hidden deep inside my heart.
The wind sings with me in harmony. And the moon accompanies me to sleep.
My footprints can be found all over streets and lanes,
Weaving through dancers and children.
I listen to stories told in the streets, looking for the faint scent left by my love.
In my dreams, women as pure as lilies are like shining stars in the Milky Way.
Their stories are all around me, and yet so far away from my life.
True love is like fogs in a dream, in which I feel lost.
Reality is like thunder. But illusion keeps me moving forward.
Only the unattainable true love can lighten my life.
If you were I, you will be the same.
I wish I were a warrior with the loves of eight brides.
And we rest under a green flower pool that exists forever in my belief
In the paradise without day and night, we obtain eternal life
We sing songs for love with reverence and melancholy.
（Then we sing songs for love with reverence and melancholy.）