The wind shakes laden frost; the umbrella\'s ribs groan Ink blurs and hides a god\'s warm heart Each step, a shifting scene; each step, a deeper scheme Unkept promises sink in dark teal waters Pieces scattered across the board Like pebbles cast in shadowed pools Spreading soundless ripples out in rings They wait for the wind\'s caress As Heaven\'s Stems and Earthly Branches turn To thin the fog and finally reveal Fate\'s winding path, its hills and streams Moonlight on a thousand rivers finds the sea Flowers in a thousand mirrors return to dust The road ahead, a thousand peaks veiled in mist The city\'s doubts, I step forth and shatter A lofty tower guards its secret Close enough to see, too far to reach The ghost of an old obsession Grazes my cheek and leaves no trace The moment the wind lifts It breaks into drifting dust And a thousand selves rise from the foam (Lost in the mist, hemmed in by shadow I seek a way through, as unseen blades close in) Lanterns bloom with every step I take I raise my umbrella and stain the teal slates red Singing low, I walk through danger at every turn And tear the curtain to see what lies beyond Forever lives inside a single passing moment Only in silence can its truth be heard The settled game leaves no regret; the tangled road is but a trial The candle flares into a blazing sun Lighting the streets and lanes within my heart Pieces scattered across the board Like pebbles cast in shadowed pools Spreading soundless ripples out in rings Each of us wraps our secret reckonings In layers of silk Yet someone insists on laying them all bare Moonlight on a thousand rivers finds the sea Flowers in a thousand mirrors return to dust The road ahead, a thousand peaks veiled in mist The city\'s doubts, I step forth and shatter Lalala... Moonlight on a thousand rivers finds the sea Flowers in a thousand mirrors return to dust The road ahead, a thousand peaks veiled in mist The city\'s doubts, I step forth and shatter In the end, all things that turn and return Are but the blank a heart leaves painting the world Heaven and earth unfurl like the lines of my palm And when I fold my hands, all sight and sound gather into a single bow In the end, all things that turn and return Are but the blank a heart leaves painting the world Heaven and earth unfurl like the lines of my palm And when I fold my hands, all sight and sound gather into a single bow