By the wandering pines
Where the sun goes hiding
Swims a little green trout
With its shadow wallowing low
Through the wandering stream
With the stones' slick sliding
And my little fin feet seem to know
Where the water must flow.wo deng, wo deng, wo deng
shan shui
At the foot of the falls,
Yellow footbridge leaping
To a narrow footpath
Where my footsteps following go,
Past the little red roofs
With their corners sweeping
Into bristling pines
With their twisted branches of cones.The scroll unrolls
Under my feet.
Where will this
Painted path of paper
Finally lead?
Everything pulses;
Everything is poised.
This wildness wrestles
With its back
Against the void.
The scroll unrolls
Under my feet.
Where will this
Painted path of paper
Finally lead?On a bluff clings the brush,
Tiny tiptoes hanging
To the fissured-fist rocks
All upended and overthrown.
And the pillars pile up
To the clouds' soft longing;
Though the ladder grows steep,
My feet keep climbing the stone.wo deng, wo deng, wo deng
shan shuiwo wang le zi ji
gen wo lai han shang leng qiThe scroll unrolls
Under my feet.
Where will this
Painted path of paper
Finally lead?
Everything pulses;
Everything is poised.
This wildness wrestles
With its back
Against the void.The scroll unrolls
Under my feet.
Where will this
Painted path of paper
Finally lead?Lyrics
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