Chinese Wisdom on the Road to Jiuzhaigou

It's time for joy
It's time for fear
The wind chimes are ringing
The non-existing wind is passing by
And weighing us down down down down

A moment of grief
Leave it to me
The wind chimes are ringing
Though there is no wind
The wind has gone down down down

Down like the boulders on the road
Like the trees on the slopes
Like the bridges over rapids
Like the highways on the pillars
Like the houses by the mountains
And the glory of the moments we had

A bird does sing 'cos it has a song
It doesn't have an answer
It's singing in awe and veneration
'cos all things flourish and dance
In endless variation
Then once again merge
Back into perfect black emptiness
Emptiness that leads down down down

Down like the boulders on the road
Like the trees on the slopes
Like the bridges over rapids
Like the highways on the pillars
Like the houses by the mountains
And the glory of the moments we had

We cling to our own futile point of view
We live, not as we wish to
But as we can
We cling to our own fading permanence
As we can
And we can fall down down down

Down like the boulders on the road
Like the trees on the slopes
Like the bridges over rapids
Like the highways on the pillars
Like the houses by the mountains
And the glory of the moments we had

Down down down down down
Friends
Foes
Heart breakers
Down down down down

Down like the smashing victories
Crushing failures and defeats
Like the seals of the letters
That enclosed all my regrets