[Intro]
Pen and ink of the Kucha
Wall carvings from millennia ago
Not a god, nor a demon
An impression of a prajna

[Verse 1]
Chiseling walls in previous lives, not stealing light, hiding and engraving
The Buddha who lived in a thousand caves from a foreign land
Looks east to their homeland and writes to the dreams of flying
Leaving west out of Yangguan Pass and then painting the unattainable ideal country on murals
Breaking the Loulan Kingdom and flattening the expansive Qilian County
The wolf always dwells in plain sight, another year of legends
Dreaming of flying apsaras, watching the nine heavеns, into the sky
Flat at the beginning, but I'll go straight up, pеrsistent

[Pre-Chorus]
Ideals, delusions, memories, dreams
Flying into the heavens, soaring straight up
I won't forget my thousand-year cycle of wall painting
I'll climb the stars and moon in the afterlife

[Chorus]
The daydreaming me
Singing about my boring days
The painted mural of flying apsaras
The pipa carves
The wood crane designed by Luban
Wanhu wielding fire
Fate and me
I'ma bout to fly
[Post-Chorus]
Kuafu, Chang'e, everywhere there's delusions
How many chapters of the Classic of Mountains and Seas have you read?
I used to regard flying high as a wish
Luban, Wanhu, hundreds of generations of ideals
The echoes from the universe are saying
"The ones who fly high are the ones who hold up the sun"

[Verse 2]
Three thousand years, I persisted, not forgetting
Hieroglyphs depict our imagination
Flying in a dream of Dunhuang
Thousands of years, these rumors only hurt others
All cynicism is in vain
I'm flying to build faith and admiration for all beings in the afterlife
(I'm waiting for the dust to settle)

[Chorus]
The daydreaming me
Singing about my boring days
The painted mural of flying apsaras
The pipa carves
The wood crane designed by Luban
Wanhu wielding fire
Fate and me
I'ma bout to fly
[Post-Chorus]
Kuafu, Chang'e, everywhere there's delusions
How many chapters of the Classic of Mountains and Seas have you read?
I used to regard flying high as a wish
Luban, Wanhu, hundreds of generations of ideals
The echoes from the universe are saying
"The ones who fly high are the ones who hold up the sun"