Sharing Good Songs - 3 (Lyrics Only)

Chang Feng Yao (Opening Theme Song of the TV Drama "A Dream of Books") Facing the brink, why fear the howling wind? We've confronted the stormy waves of fate. With an untamed, arrogant spirit, vast as the heavens, We tread them all down, with a laugh. Walking alone, I've forgotten for whom I was proud, Seeing through the seven-faced hearts of men. Amidst the world's trials and troubles, I draw my own sword, And face tomorrow with unwavering loyalty. If you are a lamp, stand shoulder to shoulder with the stars, If you are a drop of rain, take root on the ground. Reading thousands of scrolls is not as good as drifting in the human world. I wish to carry the long wind raised by my sleeves, With a heart unstained by dust, roaming the four seas. No need to wait, no need to hate, write your own script, Pouring eternity into all you pursue. I wish to carry the long wind raised by my sleeves, Flying into the mist, with no regrets for youth. Let the heavy rain pour down on the road ahead, For this life, and for all beings, sweep away a thousand dusts. The years flow on, never owing anyone a thing, Standing with you under the vast sun and moon. A single stunning strike splits the prison of the martial world, Let the historical records be sparse. If you are a lamp, stand shoulder to shoulder with the stars, If you are a drop of rain, take root on the ground. Reading thousands of scrolls is not as good as drifting in the human world. I wish to carry the long wind raised by my sleeves, With a heart unstained by dust, roaming the four seas. No need to wait, no need to hate, write your own script, Pouring eternity into all you pursue. I wish to carry the long wind raised by my sleeves, Flying into the mist, with no regrets for youth. Let the heavy rain pour down on the road ahead, For this life, and for all beings, sweep away a thousand dusts. I wish to carry the long wind raised by my sleeves, With a heart unstained by dust, roaming the four seas. No need to wait, no need to hate, write your own script, Pouring eternity into all you pursue. I wish to carry the long wind raised by my sleeves, Flying into the mist, with no regrets for youth. Let the heavy rain pour down on the road ahead, For this life, and for all beings, sweep away a thousand dusts.