Lyrics of Peng Jiahui's opening(peng jia hui ge ci )

The kite flies and the leaves fall

The world of fists is so big

The thread twines the tree and grows

The palm keeps the wind

Can't hold a grain of sand

My left hand is a cat, and my right hand is a soothing force

You let me gently in exchange for the old time

Close your eyes, roll up the waves and run to the paper moon

Chasing a wolf in the heavy rain

The butterfly flies the waves and ebbs the tide

Hands open

Not afraid of scarcity

Drop by drop

(cheers)

Chinese PinYin : Peng Jia Hui Ge Ci