God

The ancient eaves of Boling Ong Temple have accumulated wind and frost The wooden carvings of the Flower Theater hide old fireworks The seven-mile long street carries the lingering charm of the Tang and Song Dynasties and the fireworks of the Ming and Qing Dynasties The passing wind, carrying the fragrance of porcelain, gently passes through the streets Millennium of God It's a furnace fire contract that never ends An ordinary ancient town with porcelain as its soul and fire as its bones Thousands of years of ingenuity from the Central Plains are slowly written into the mountains and rivers can you still remember That sacred town with fireworks covering the sky And the boy who was reborn in the kiln fire