Yang Jian

Ancient Departure

Things come, things go
We live ashamed of our kindness
I walk in dust, this old wife
Still keeps her pagoda, her healthy voice

Things come, things go
Our eyes bleed from wanting
Let's fall in love with death, watch the moon glow
How the heart shapes rivers and mountains

Things come, things go
When our passions dry
How blue the sky will be!
We'll rise and fall transparent, understand the power in stillness

Things come, things go
I watch you in the wind
I'm tired, even the mountains can't comfort me
Singer of the sunset, is he the sunset himself?