Sung by Jane Zhang
Impressions of the West Lake
Rain is dripping; foggy is the lake.
Broken bridge, silk umbrella; aged is my missing.
Who is on the boat, writing my past?
The marriage oath, buried in our parting.
Raining...I standing on the lake side.
Raining...I watching the north bank from afar.
Rain is dripping; foggy is the lake.
Broken bridge, silk umbrella; aged is my missing.
Who is on the boat, writing my past?
The butterfly couple, destined to be parting.
Never stop are my farewells.
Again and again, on the West Lake.
White wings, flying with the flowing time.
A long sigh...echoing in the heaven.
Rain still falling, wetting one thousand years.
Connecting sky is the lake; faded is our meeting.
Who is on the boat, writing my past?
A story about love, a story about landscape...
beautiful!
numbah1goddess 2 months ago
Had the great pleasure of being at West Lake this year.
samscafeamericain 2 months ago
The music fits the video very well. Chinese need to rediscover our forgotten culture!!
Seres1091 1 year ago