Splendid colors adorn Xian Le, a prosperous story told through the ages
A young man dressed in white descends like a bird from the skies
The petals swirl in the wind; a beautiful face revealed, bright as a lone star
Traditions swept aside; a flash, brief as a reflection on the surface of the water

Hidden in the depths of the night, countless watchful eyes glow green.
Silver butterflies flutter like an endless starry sky
At that moment, a voice, a shadow is chased through overgrown mountain paths.
The crystal clear moonlight illuminates you
Walking alone on a treacherous path

Blossoming trees and billowing clouds of fortune; Blades collide on Yi Nian Bridge
A flower gently held, turned towards the heavenly court; lightning, thunder roar
Yet the white steed moves swiftly through the cracks. Time flows, everything changes
Salvation for the common people. A flower, a sword, a wish for blessings upon the world remain

Rumors say that not even Tai Cang Mountain can save the long lasting country.
Broken walls come crashing down; relentless winds sweep a city in ruins
Gone is past greatness, replaced by sick faces and war wounds.
Yet wrapped in threads of mystery, one with no name shines true

Atop Yi Nian Bridge, dark clouds cast a shadow over the blossoming trees. The rains cleans the white flowers
Time flows, a patchy illusion, chasing paradise
Storms recede, revealing clear skies above
Powerless against a flower, a sword, a person's bamboo hat in the rain

I long for those blossoming trees, I long for you; looking into the distance waiting for a word
Let the world laugh at me. Up in the mountains, I keep my prayers alive
We don't talk about where we'd go, remembering the beautiful sights that once were
Once the fiery tribulations are over, I will simply accompany you, a flower, a sword in hand.

We'll walk this earth, wishing only that our matching silhouettes never part