Lyrics of a crane smaller than a young man by Ding Ke(ding ke bi yi ge nian qing ren xiao yi dian de he ge ci )

Baby, cry

Swaying the empty swing, the sunrise of the sun

Small people, in big countries, twitch

Yes, are you

The light blue of piety, the soul of God

Tired of heckling, riding on the dirty crane

Young form, old spirit, ordinary name

After all the Yin, I can't wait for the sun to clear up. Listen to the advice of the cloud

Not at ease, disdain to win, live up to the lightness of life

Prayer flags, rotation

On the surface of the water that drowns hundreds of millions of people

Whose fan is blown away by whose hurricane

Or, it's me

In the church like hospital, catching

Your tender fire, burning paper, your country

The shape painted red, the spirit of white, the name of obliteration

The grave of freedom

Not willing to win, not afraid of heart, into the pure ice

Chinese PinYin : Ding Ke Bi Yi Ge Nian Qing Ren Xiao Yi Dian De He Ge Ci