The universe is dark yellow,
The immortal myth sings the Millennium legacy of dreams.
God, our ancestors looked around curiously,
What gorgeous colors there are in the sky,
Oh, my God, is there an edge over there?
The vast sky is silent,
The ancestors looked up and thought piously.
Heaven gazes quietly,
The chattering crowd discussed the edge of the sky.
Not afraid, not worried, not shrinking just to find an answer,
The old man said that he would once again give full play to the waste heat for young people.
Young people say they have strong bodies,
Children say they have more time,
Opinions vary. They all want to solve this difficult problem.
There is always something extraordinary in the ordinary,
There is a profound philosophy in this.
A weak body has a responsible spirit,
The weak who seems to be the most responsible,
She has an indomitable will.
That they all dream for their own reasons,
Gentle as water, pregnant with life,
She didn't deliberately talk about her abilities,
Speak softly—
I can't leave, and my children.
This is a woman's wisdom,
Dreams don't belong to a generation,
A mystery takes generations of efforts,
Adhering to faith means passing it on from generation to generation.
They agreed to see where the sun rises.
A young pregnant woman went to the east,
With everyone's hope,
With everyone's blessing,
With everyone's concern.
She is like a goddess in battle, for the faith of her people.
She brought dry food, clothes and a sharp knife.
This is a gift from her people,
That is the people's continuous concern for her.
Gradually drifting away, people looked at the direction in which she disappeared.
People are happy because they can know the other side of the sky.
People are sad because the road is long,
When is the return date of The Woman Looking for Paradise?
Happy, sad but not confused,
Because they have the hope of waiting.
I don't know the reincarnation of the sun and the moon all the way east.
The setting sun dyed the sky red, stretching two backs.
One is high and the other is low. The difference is height.
The same is the insistence on finding heaven.
I'm not afraid of obstacles,
They went all the way east to find the answer.
In that area, they passed through the deserted forest.
This place abandoned them,
Fighting the remains of poisonous snakes and beasts,
They climbed mountains and waded all the way east.
The journey seems endless,
Their faith will also be shaken.
When they passed through the village, they were questioned by people.
They regained their courage, and they were not the only ones who didn't know where the sky was.
The same problem, the difference is that they are constantly looking for it.
The villagers admire their mother and son,
The villagers helped them solve their difficulties.
The concern between people warms their tired body and mind,
Their mother and son are more determined to find it.
Time is fleeting, white mother's hair, old mother's body.
The sky is still not far away, but there is no horizon.
My mother can't walk, only with the help of people.
Mother chose to stay,
The mother told her son to keep looking for the other side of the sky.
The mother trembled and stroked her son's head.
The pain of separation is in my heart,
I don't know when I will meet you in my life when my son is gone.
The sadness of a son is different from that of a mother.
Because although separation is sad,
The son still said with confidence:
Mom, walk the road you haven't walked until you find it on the horizon.
Keep walking, keep looking.
A son will have a son,
Go to the horizon, look for generations, look for the edge of the sky,
The mystery of nature can be solved by a few people.
The exploration of our ancestors lasts forever.
Pursuing dreams and exploring are songs sung by our ancestors to this day.