Lyrics of a Qing's Youling(a qiao you ling ge ci )

Red fingers, silver confused, do not know what is concerned about

Crescent's eyes have no scars, quietly put everything down

The holy pool washes its feet

The sun poured down

Smell a poppy without dew

Which way to find home

Its childishness accompanies it to grow up

No time

All white

Its naivety lures it to grow up

slay

A way out of the world

The tears of sacrifice, the sand of passing, the struggle of transformation

Dull insects clamored around their feet all midsummer

It only wants not to be left behind by holiness

But I had to tie it up

Please don't let me fall into the mud

Under the guidance of God

Its childishness accompanies it to grow up

No time

All white

Its naivety lures it to grow up

slay

A way out of the world

Chinese PinYin : A Qiao You Ling Ge Ci