Текст песни
The dawn is intoxicated
The autumn air is crisp and high
At midnight, without wind, naturally cool
Gazing at the mountains and seas
Admiring the moon, returning home
A wisp of fragrance, osmanthus comes
Sitting and lying before the bed, sandalwood burns
Vaguely, indistinctly, the heart follows the smoke
Half-awake, half-dreaming, always an illusion
This world is like a flower in the fog
At dawn, still as if in a dream
In a blink, the ears catch the song of the bluebird
Half-dreaming, half-awake, the soul returns halfway
Only upon opening the eyes does the morning sun appear
Body slow, steps slow, everything slow
Only because the mind is still asleep
Bathing in the morning with three incense sticks
At this moment, I truly feel alive
The neighbor's stove wafts the aroma of dishes
A hearty and satisfying breakfast
This hour is not for my meal
For in dreams, my belly is already full
If satisfied in dreams, why not in reality feel hunger?
Perhaps dreams are not just dreams
Or perhaps reality is not what it seems
Letting go of layers of dreams
When truly hungry, seek food to eat
When tired, return to layers of dreams
The dawn is intoxicated
The autumn air is crisp and high
At midnight, without wind, naturally cool
Gazing at the mountains and seas
Admiring the moon, returning home