The Golden Age

山风起，鼓声远， 少年立于月光间。 一步踏古尘，心似火， 梦回千年前。 My feet draw stories in the ground, Old spirits wake without a sound. Silk and steel beneath my breath, I dance between life and death. 手如水，衣如烟， 剑影流光绕指间。 心不问，世浮沉， 舞尽人间一场梦。 I feel the drums behind my veins, The earth remembers ancient names. (Keep it moving — don’t look down) (Feel the fire, wear the crown) Spin me back to the golden age, Where the sky itself became my stage. Every move’s a timeless vow, The past and present meet me now. (Spin me — higher, higher — now) 星入眼，风入袖， 舞落天地皆悠悠。 火照心，鼓催魂， 梦里江山依旧春。 昔日长歌未央， 今朝再踏舞场。 尘世如烟，一笑而忘。 (We rise — we burn — we breathe as one) Spin me back to the golden age, Where the sky itself became my stage. Every heartbeat takes its vow, The dance of ages starts right now. (We rise — we burn — we live somehow)