I breathe gently,
When I breathe gently again;
I breathe gently again,
Say goodbye to the dust in the sky.
That house, the gray willow by the river,
Is the old crow in the sunset;
Dust in the waves,
It tickles my throat.
Traffic along the southern line,
Walk through the dust;
In the fog of the dusty capital,
I don't want to be a grass.
Sleep in the noise,
Without clear springs, there would be no rainbow;
Crushed in a rotten room,
Precipitated a rainbow dream.
Wake up, get a pen,
Stroll to a dry place overgrown with weeds;
Full of dust,
Explore the road in the dust.
But I can't find my way,
There are isolated red lines everywhere;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is the dust tonight!
I breathe quietly,
When I breathe calmly again;
I wear a mask,
Don't want to take away a piece of dust.