At sunrise, I lace my boots where frost and hail still sting;
The thaw breaks the chill, old doubts freeze in the frigid spring.
I tremble, then shiver, but stride on as thunder rolls,
lightning sketches stormy skies; a downpour, bold rainfall, sprinkle, shower fills my bowls.
By Celsius the temperature climbs; my forecast: climb the peak.
I mount the mountain, cross the range, ridge, and slope I seek.
Through valley shade and hillside light I stand to overlook
the southern roads, southeast, southwest bends— then northeast, northwest hooks.
An eastern wind— some call it oriental— tells me change is inevitable;
Scars that felt irreversible now heal, though paths wind irregularly, inevitable.
Failing plans once inappropriate, fears once abnormal, fade—
I learn from sediment, silt, muddy tracks, clay, dirt beneath I’ ve laid.
From rural fields to suburb lanes, past outskirts cold and remote,
Through desolate miles, the distant peaks, along adjacent hope I float.
I dodge the toxic fog of pollution, every pollutant drift,
And vow not to contaminate my spirit— let geology give lift.
Where dreams meet border, margin, fringe, I turn the final page.
I step on living plate where debris, crack, and gap once caged.
The view is splendid, wide and grand, indeed magnificent,
Not just super— truly interesting, fierce and dramatic, brilliant.
Across the wilderness, desert scars— once barren— now fertile lands,
As mentors fertilise my courage with their weathered hands.
By solar fire and lunar calm I mark the calendar true;
At sunset, after eclipse and dusk, I still aim high like new.
I pray to heaven— not for paradise, but sunshine after fight;
I welcome shade and shadow too; both tutor me in light.
Dreams turn to vapour, evaporate, then circulate inside;
They precipitate as action, fill the reservoir of pride.
A waterfall of chances, fountain laughs, a mountain spring;
Cool dew on lips; storms pour, pains drain, tears drip and sing.
I will not drown— I blow a vow, a steady puff, then gush;
Through dense regret I raise intensity, go intensive in the rush.
New paths emerge, bright hopes that flash; I float in calmer tides,
Guarding the environment, surrounding hearts, our condition and our guides.
Whatever situation, nature calls: be natural, never artificial;
If tools seem synthetic, still keep soul unofficial.
With grit not petrol, breath not gas, I climb and claim the morn—
From fringe to crown, I’ m weather- worn, unbroken— and reborn.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.420]At sunrise, I lace my boots where frost and hail still sting;
[00:06.930]The thaw breaks the chill, old doubts freeze in the frigid spring.
[00:12.870]I tremble, then shiver, but stride on as thunder rolls,
[00:18.930]lightning sketches stormy skies; a downpour, bold rainfall, sprinkle, shower fills my bowls.
[00:26.520]By Celsius the temperature climbs; my forecast: climb the peak.
[00:31.410]I mount the mountain, cross the range, ridge, and slope I seek.
[00:38.430]Through valley shade and hillside light I stand to overlook
[00:44.070]the southern roads, southeast, southwest bends— then northeast, northwest hooks.
[00:53.490]An eastern wind— some call it oriental— tells me change is inevitable;
[01:03.330]Scars that felt irreversible now heal, though paths wind irregularly, inevitable.
[01:09.870]Failing plans once inappropriate, fears once abnormal, fade—
[01:16.260]I learn from sediment, silt, muddy tracks, clay, dirt beneath I’ ve laid.
[01:22.830]From rural fields to suburb lanes, past outskirts cold and remote,
[01:28.800]Through desolate miles, the distant peaks, along adjacent hope I float.
[01:37.170]I dodge the toxic fog of pollution, every pollutant drift,
[01:42.600]And vow not to contaminate my spirit— let geology give lift.
[01:49.170]Where dreams meet border, margin, fringe, I turn the final page.
[01:55.080]I step on living plate where debris, crack, and gap once caged.
[02:02.250]The view is splendid, wide and grand, indeed magnificent,
[02:07.860]Not just super— truly interesting, fierce and dramatic, brilliant.
[02:16.020]Across the wilderness, desert scars— once barren— now fertile lands,
[02:22.590]As mentors fertilise my courage with their weathered hands.
[02:28.110]By solar fire and lunar calm I mark the calendar true;
[02:34.410]At sunset, after eclipse and dusk, I still aim high like new.
[02:40.800]I pray to heaven— not for paradise, but sunshine after fight;
[02:47.400]I welcome shade and shadow too; both tutor me in light.
[02:54.480]Dreams turn to vapour, evaporate, then circulate inside;
[03:00.360]They precipitate as action, fill the reservoir of pride.
[03:07.830]A waterfall of chances, fountain laughs, a mountain spring;
[03:13.770]Cool dew on lips; storms pour, pains drain, tears drip and sing.
[03:22.080]I will not drown— I blow a vow, a steady puff, then gush;
[03:28.080]Through dense regret I raise intensity, go intensive in the rush.
[03:35.130]New paths emerge, bright hopes that flash; I float in calmer tides,
[03:40.740]Guarding the environment, surrounding hearts, our condition and our guides.
[03:47.850]Whatever situation, nature calls: be natural, never artificial;
[03:53.400]If tools seem synthetic, still keep soul unofficial.
[04:00.420]With grit not petrol, breath not gas, I climb and claim the morn—
[04:06.000]From fringe to crown, I’ m weather- worn, unbroken— and reborn.
At sunrise, I lace my boots where frost and hail still sting;
The thaw breaks the chill, old doubts freeze in the frigid spring.
I tremble, then shiver, but stride on as thunder rolls,
lightning sketches stormy skies; a downpour, bold rainfall, sprinkle, shower fills my bowls.
By Celsius the temperature climbs; my forecast: climb the peak.
I mount the mountain, cross the range, ridge, and slope I seek.
Through valley shade and hillside light I stand to overlook
the southern roads, southeast, southwest bends— then northeast, northwest hooks.
An eastern wind— some call it oriental— tells me change is inevitable;
Scars that felt irreversible now heal, though paths wind irregularly, inevitable.
Failing plans once inappropriate, fears once abnormal, fade—
I learn from sediment, silt, muddy tracks, clay, dirt beneath I’ ve laid.
From rural fields to suburb lanes, past outskirts cold and remote,
Through desolate miles, the distant peaks, along adjacent hope I float.
I dodge the toxic fog of pollution, every pollutant drift,
And vow not to contaminate my spirit— let geology give lift.
Where dreams meet border, margin, fringe, I turn the final page.
I step on living plate where debris, crack, and gap once caged.
The view is splendid, wide and grand, indeed magnificent,
Not just super— truly interesting, fierce and dramatic, brilliant.
Across the wilderness, desert scars— once barren— now fertile lands,
As mentors fertilise my courage with their weathered hands.
By solar fire and lunar calm I mark the calendar true;
At sunset, after eclipse and dusk, I still aim high like new.
I pray to heaven— not for paradise, but sunshine after fight;
I welcome shade and shadow too; both tutor me in light.
Dreams turn to vapour, evaporate, then circulate inside;
They precipitate as action, fill the reservoir of pride.
A waterfall of chances, fountain laughs, a mountain spring;
Cool dew on lips; storms pour, pains drain, tears drip and sing.
I will not drown— I blow a vow, a steady puff, then gush;
Through dense regret I raise intensity, go intensive in the rush.
New paths emerge, bright hopes that flash; I float in calmer tides,
Guarding the environment, surrounding hearts, our condition and our guides.
Whatever situation, nature calls: be natural, never artificial;
If tools seem synthetic, still keep soul unofficial.
With grit not petrol, breath not gas, I climb and claim the morn—
From fringe to crown, I’ m weather- worn, unbroken— and reborn.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.420]At sunrise, I lace my boots where frost and hail still sting;
[00:06.930]The thaw breaks the chill, old doubts freeze in the frigid spring.
[00:12.870]I tremble, then shiver, but stride on as thunder rolls,
[00:18.930]lightning sketches stormy skies; a downpour, bold rainfall, sprinkle, shower fills my bowls.
[00:26.520]By Celsius the temperature climbs; my forecast: climb the peak.
[00:31.410]I mount the mountain, cross the range, ridge, and slope I seek.
[00:38.430]Through valley shade and hillside light I stand to overlook
[00:44.070]the southern roads, southeast, southwest bends— then northeast, northwest hooks.
[00:53.490]An eastern wind— some call it oriental— tells me change is inevitable;
[01:03.330]Scars that felt irreversible now heal, though paths wind irregularly, inevitable.
[01:09.870]Failing plans once inappropriate, fears once abnormal, fade—
[01:16.260]I learn from sediment, silt, muddy tracks, clay, dirt beneath I’ ve laid.
[01:22.830]From rural fields to suburb lanes, past outskirts cold and remote,
[01:28.800]Through desolate miles, the distant peaks, along adjacent hope I float.
[01:37.170]I dodge the toxic fog of pollution, every pollutant drift,
[01:42.600]And vow not to contaminate my spirit— let geology give lift.
[01:49.170]Where dreams meet border, margin, fringe, I turn the final page.
[01:55.080]I step on living plate where debris, crack, and gap once caged.
[02:02.250]The view is splendid, wide and grand, indeed magnificent,
[02:07.860]Not just super— truly interesting, fierce and dramatic, brilliant.
[02:16.020]Across the wilderness, desert scars— once barren— now fertile lands,
[02:22.590]As mentors fertilise my courage with their weathered hands.
[02:28.110]By solar fire and lunar calm I mark the calendar true;
[02:34.410]At sunset, after eclipse and dusk, I still aim high like new.
[02:40.800]I pray to heaven— not for paradise, but sunshine after fight;
[02:47.400]I welcome shade and shadow too; both tutor me in light.
[02:54.480]Dreams turn to vapour, evaporate, then circulate inside;
[03:00.360]They precipitate as action, fill the reservoir of pride.
[03:07.830]A waterfall of chances, fountain laughs, a mountain spring;
[03:13.770]Cool dew on lips; storms pour, pains drain, tears drip and sing.
[03:22.080]I will not drown— I blow a vow, a steady puff, then gush;
[03:28.080]Through dense regret I raise intensity, go intensive in the rush.
[03:35.130]New paths emerge, bright hopes that flash; I float in calmer tides,
[03:40.740]Guarding the environment, surrounding hearts, our condition and our guides.
[03:47.850]Whatever situation, nature calls: be natural, never artificial;
[03:53.400]If tools seem synthetic, still keep soul unofficial.
[04:00.420]With grit not petrol, breath not gas, I climb and claim the morn—
[04:06.000]From fringe to crown, I’ m weather- worn, unbroken— and reborn.