Alex Xiao - Xing Kong Lyrics

Mountains stand, yet rain remains unseen, why seek immortals, when they're but a dream?
Legends weave tales, causing quite a stir, but they're just stories, laughed at and incur
In hand, a single leaf turns into steel, the ways of heaven, dust to reveal
Sitting forgetful, watching clouds soar, who scoffs, who sees through the lore?

In one's lifetime, if joy is found
Why strive to be renowned?

Testing the sword, riding the breeze, content to be ordinary, with ease
On the road, injustice may be seen, why claim the title of a hero's sheen?
Hidden amidst the sea of humanity's throng, freedom beckons at the end of the song
The path stretches far, to every land, reachable by anyone with a willing hand

A few strokes on paper tell of the ages past, but don't count me among the heroes vast
Pity the heart's insight fleeting, realization comes and goes, fleeting
Gaze upon the clouds drifting slow, unable to hide youthful courage's glow
Beneath my feet, winds whisper low, treading the Milky Way's celestial flow

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Distant stars adorn the plains, their might like a rainbow that reigns
Why fret over life's brief span? holding fears as the moon enters dreamland
Perilous passages lean towards, yet smooth roads don't ask for words
In a single stroke, rising and falling, finding pleasure, serene and enthralling

Daring to break the chains of fate's decree
Slow down, revelation waits to be free

Testing the sword, riding the breeze, content to be ordinary, at ease
On the road, injustices abound, why claim the title of renown?
Lost in the vast sea of humanity's roar, freedom beckons at the end of uproar
The path stretches far, to every land, reachable by anyone with a willing hand

Testing the sword, riding the breeze, content to be ordinary, with ease
On the road, injustices may be seen, why claim the title of a hero's sheen?
Lost in the vast sea of humanity's roar, freedom beckons at the end of uproar
The path stretches far, to every land, reachable by anyone with a willing hand

A few strokes on paper tell of the ages past, but don't count me among the heroes vast
Pity the heart's insight fleeting, realization comes and goes, fleeting
Gaze upon the clouds drifting slow, unable to hide youthful courage's glow
Beneath my feet, winds whisper low, treading the Milky Way's celestial flow