Qu: Borrow Heaven for another 500 years.
Singing: Dong Fangbubai
Words: Chen Dong
Adapted from: cyanobacteria
That broken mountain
Is the backbone of heaven and earth,
That dry yellow clay platform
It's earth's plasma,
That white bone mountain
It is the sorrow of ancestors.
Thousands of years later, the harp sang.
Zanzhishengsong boulevard
Who else will remember?
Suiren's family lit up.
Terran's way forward
How can you forget Shennong?
Taste the grass and bury the bones in another country.
Nu Wa filled the sky with tears of blood.
Continue the prosperity of terran with the essence of flesh and blood
Shi Shengsong's illusory divine comedy
Bury ancestors for thousands of years
The song cries blood, and the blood and tears of ancestors flow in the darkness.
Can it touch your heart of stone?
All beings are like ants.
The avenue is just ahead.
Singing harmoniously in front of false gods
Not a word about Huang Yan.
Heartbroken ancestors grieve.
There is nowhere to put a half-foot shrine.
Remember when our ancestors hoped that the blood of the Yellow Emperor would flow?
The battle of yin and yang in the sky
Buried the national spirit
The song cries blood, and the blood and tears of ancestors flow in the darkness.
Can it touch your heart of stone?
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Attached to the original poem
Broken mountains are the backbone of heaven and earth,
That hard yellow mud is the plasma of the earth,
That mountain of bones is the sorrow of ancestors.
After thousands of years, the harp and harp are harmonious, the silk and bamboo are melodious, and Yongchang is praised as the most holy avenue.
Who else remembers that Sui Ren lit up the Terran road ahead?
How can you forget that Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and buried his bones in other countries?
Does anyone know that Nu Wa's tears are all over the sky, and my tribe can continue to multiply with the essence of flesh and blood?
Singing in the flourishing age and on the avenue, an illusory divine comedy buried the achievements of our ancestors for thousands of years.
All living beings are like ants, the road is ahead, singing in harmony forever, not to mention the Chinese people.
Unexplained heartbreak
Magnificent temples, magnificent palaces, false gods in front, sorrow of ancestors.
The small memorial tablet has long been forgotten, and there is nowhere to put the half-foot shrine.
Do you remember a name called Yanhuang?
You have the hope of your ancestors in your blood.
Only talking about peace, the national spirit is buried.
The blood of the sky, the essence of the earth, the battle of Yin and Yang, the mystery of blood and tears.
Can the blood and tears of ancestors touch your heart of stone?