The Legend of Maoshan Xuanxian

I carry the sound of dust and follow your footsteps The mythical beast on the corner of the eaves looks into the distance The most beautiful thing in the sky is Miao Gu's lifted skirt As white as snow, it has always been branded in the heart of the blue sky There is a kind of strength that goes through the test of reincarnation There is a kind of faith that comes from Yiduan There is a kind of love, love for yourself and others Willing to be pointed by the golden sword of whisk whisk Hold on to the sky and watch the changes your future your everything It's all under control Intention: I carry the sound of dust and follow your footsteps The mythical beast on the corner of the eaves looks into the distance The most beautiful thing in the sky is Miao Gu's lifted skirt As white as snow, it has always been branded in the heart of the blue sky There is a kind of strength that goes through the test of reincarnation There is a kind of faith that comes from Yiduan There is a kind of love, love for yourself and others Willing to be pointed by the golden sword of whisk whisk Hold on to the sky and watch the changes your future your everything It's all under control