The boundless sea roared before him.
The noisy waves are constantly discussing hidden jewels and laughing at fools who don't know jewelry.
Maybe he has no hope now, but he refuses to rest, because seeking has become his life-
Just as the ocean always asks the wall of the sky for what it can't get-
It's like a star walking around a circle, but looking for a goal that can never be achieved-
Lonely seaside, crazy people with messy hair are still wandering around looking for that stone.
One day, a village boy came up and asked, "Tell me, where did the gold chain around your waist come from?"
The madman was startled-it turned out that the iron chain had really turned into gold; This is not a dream, but he doesn't know when it will come true.
He knocked wildly on his forehead-when, oh, when, he succeeded unconsciously?
Pick up the stone and touch the chain, then put it down without looking at the change; This has become a habit; In this way, the madman found and lost the stone.
The sun sets and the sky is golden.
The madman walked back along his footprints, looking for his lost jewels. He was exhausted and bent. His heart hangs in the dust like a uprooted tree.
Tell a story, tell a story!
A long time ago, in this endless long night
Why just sit quietly?
Tell a story, tell a story!
Countless dynasties put its legend
Pour it on your ass,
How many streams of life gather here?
In your vast ocean.
They are no longer running water,
They disappeared, mumbling—
Terrible silence, no microwave oven.
Where are you taking them?
A long time ago, you were in my heart.
Tell a story, tell a story!
Tell a story, tell a story!
Silent past, you know all the secrets.
You're not insensitive,
Why don't you talk?
My soul heard it.
Your footsteps, your heartbeat,
Put the legend you've saved over the years
Stay in my heart!
In the past, I knew you liked the evening.
Tell the story of the past quietly for the world,
In a noisy day
You like to be still.
In the past, you were quietly in my heart.
Tell a story, tell a story!
Tell a story, tell a story!
You will never forget any legend,
You keep everything and collect it,
Tell a story, tell a story!
You spent your whole life.
Invisible handwriting
Record vividly and interestingly
The story of our ancestors.
People may forget their deeds,
You keep every point in mind,
Those stupid stories and legends that have been forgotten
You let them spread to future generations, gushing.
Let them make a sound! A well-known and memorable past,
Tell a story, tell a story!