Dust and Long Song

(Verse 1)
The hoe flips open the first spring mud
The wheat waves raise the golden crown
We bend over to measure nine thousand acres of mountains and rivers
Palm lines engraved with the new emperor's reign

(Chorus)
The palace walls grow in the clouds
Taxes freeze in the granary
When the beacon smoke pierces the last piece of silk
Whose name shatters like the cracks on a pottery jar

(Verse 2)
The millstone turns the time in the Palace of the Eternal
Ground down the morning and evening of three generations
The city gate flag changes colors fifteen times
Only remember the year when the wedding dress was stained with dust

(Bridge)
The spring thunder awakens the broken stele
Wild grass mends the old battle robe
The children humming the nursery rhyme of the former dynasty
Moss covers the glory in the broken epitaph

(Chorus)
The jade steps crumble in the twilight
The history brush hangs in the rising smoke
As the moonlight seeps into every inch of the country
Our blood has long congealed into the rust color of a bronze cauldron

(Outro)
The new plow crosses the tortoiseshell patterns
The fields are buried with ancient prophecies
Watch as the altar rises again with song and dance
We lower our heads and continue to count the sheaves.