Sitting alone under the towering mountain peak
listen attentively
The broken clock from the ancient temple in the deep mountain
Strange words of god
And those legends about mountains
In order to keep the splendid culture alive
I walked alone under the rotating neon lights.
Come to this remote canyon
Sprinkle your youth here.
I wonder how many times.
Come out from the side. These fences.
Go to the deep mountains alone as a guest.
Since ancient times.
Collect those who don't go down in history.
Legends and myths left in the hearts of mountain people.
The story of Dashan
I want to know where you come from.
Is it Shanqian Village or Shanhou Village?
All I know is that every time cuckoo calls a small bridge running water,
You will come from the mountains.
Squat on the river bank
Keep the spring-like years with slender hands.
When the sunset dyed the clouds red.
You will leave this calm river.
The sound echoing along the flute
Stepping on the traces of cattle grazing
Catch up with the years hanging on the top of the mountain
Smoke from cooking in the village
Masked flute playing and cattle herding
Only your shining eyes.
I can't stop flashing my faith.
Flashing with courage
Blinking with attachment to the mountain.
I want to know where you come from.
Is it Shanqian Village or Shanhou Village?
I only know that you have a pair of kind and charming eyes.
Keep telling the children in Dashan.
Tell the legend of herding cattle in the mountains
Telling the desire echoed in the flute.