Lyrics of Zheng Chenggong(hou xian zheng cheng gong ge ci )

Outside the city of history

Thin regular script embroiders moss

I'm everywhere in the word

But tears are never recorded

The blank left on yesterday's page

Who is in charge

Did the general posterity ever linger in front of the stele

He once became a member of the Eight Immortals' blood

Surging through the sea

Standing alone outside sunlight rock

It's the silent waiting

Open the sea of history books

Looking at the present from the perspective of history

Zheng Chenggong came here with a dream

Sleep in the middle of the night

Don't miss the moon

Mom's hands

Stitched back and forth for hundreds of years

I write blank pages

Even if the dream is in huajiayuan

The cold lonely time on the shore

Outside the city of history

Thin regular script embroiders moss

I'm everywhere in the word

But tears are never recorded

The blank left on yesterday's page

Who is in charge

Did the general posterity ever linger in front of the stele

He once became a member of the Eight Immortals' blood

Surging through the sea

Standing alone outside sunlight rock

It's the silent waiting

Open the sea of history books

Looking at the present in history

Zheng Chenggong came here with a dream

Sleep in the middle of the night

Don't miss the moon

Mom's hands

Stitched back and forth for hundreds of years

I write blank pages

Even if the dream is in huajiayuan

The cold lonely time on the shore

The line of sight is blurred in the talk

The answer of national spirit is close to accuracy

The idea of printing press is full of danger

The line of sight is blurred in the talk

The answer of national spirit is close to accuracy

The view of printing press

Open the sea of history books

Looking at the present from the perspective of history

Zheng Chenggong came here with a dream

Against the wind to drive away the compromise

Heroes reborn in the middle of the night

Sleep in the middle of the night

Don't miss the moon

Mom's hands

Stitched back and forth for hundreds of years

I write blank pages

Even if the dream is in huajiayuan

The cold lonely time on the shore

Chinese PinYin : Hou Xian Zheng Cheng Gong Ge Ci