Lyrics: rust1
Music: rust1
Arranger: rust1
Time is just ink bleeding through rice paper
We chase the melody
But the silence holds the truth
The moon is a cold coin spent on a cloudy night
Tracing these shadows seeking truth in the fading light
Like a guqin string, tension builds to find the tone
In a forest of cymbals, never walk alone
Confucius meets the concrete, Taoism in the street
Where the ancient rivers pulse pulse
Where the ashes match my heart's beat
Life's a scroll, unrolling with a sudden gust
From the golden throne of dreams, straight to the valley of dust
It's that ancient logic, but the soul is from the East
Finding inner peace
Find an ancient, abbey to dwell
Play its way when moved through the leaf
While we're dancing with the mist
Cycles of the seasons, the seasons of the mind
Leaving all the bitterness and the ego far behind
Metaphors like mountains hidden in the morning mist
Existence is a riddle that the universe has kissed
I don't chase the phantom, I just watch the lotus bloom
Finding infinite space out of crowded little room
Is it the butterfly's dream or theman's heavy sigh writing verses on the wind?
Look in nature in the eye
The voidisn't empty,it's the womb of every sound
Keep your head in the stars, but your feet firmly planted on the ground
Balancing the chaos, rhythm in the pause
Following the heartbeat, reach architectural laws
Cycles of the seasons, the seasons of the mind
Leaving all the bitterness and the ego far behind
The brush stops
But the spirit carries on
Everything connected