There was a country far off the sea,on the land of the east.
I heard it when I was young,Mom said it’s called Tang.
I once dreamed a poet called Li,wrote a poem on my skin.
But I didn’t know how to read it,so I traveled to find him.
I heard camel bells ring,the vulture fly in the wind.
Far far away from hometown,Dad’s afraid I was too young.
Ah…..the kids read in morning
Ah…..the bell tower rings
Ah…..I pass the temple
Ah…..the monk smiles to me
They said there’s a man called Li,he’s famous in Dynasty.
He do poetry with poets in restaurants,left calligraphy on the ground.
An old sold wine beyond the city,by the road to the moat in the rain.
He said that is named An named Chang,so I believed the poet wound be found.
Ah…..I see great buildings
Ah…..In them poets drink and sing
Ah…..I pass the palace
Ah……Flowers bloom around me
Ah…..I see Buddha touching the ceiling
Ah…..I see Emperor through the street
Ah…..I pass the lantern
Ah…..I light up poem on my skin
I saw a man wear white in the rain,just like the poet in my dream.
He took wine and read a poem,Just like the lyrics of this song.
A poem written for the Tang.