I'm standing in the flames on the stage looking at the Badaling autumn
Dawn, the sandstorm has not sounded the drums of war
Beyond the wall has already lit up the evening mist of the Cang Mulberry
Build-up in the loess plateau, to the Chair survey the entire beyond the great dust storms
The positive to the seven levels of the speed of the wind Baja clasp
Wrangler original of the banner is also not flying Yin
Juyongguan pass outside condensing the late autumn 13 degrees of silence cool
I stood in the space-time of the peak on the breakdown of the wall of the ring
City wall under, bury how much ban Bo tears of blood
Intertwined with how much love and hate
3741 meters of meandering beauty of Monty Python, hunkered down with
Guanshan miles of homesickness, wrote
For thousands of years to the full steam ahead years… “Qin moon Han Guan, miles long March has not also”
When Hu flute no longer sounded, the prancing horse cross GE herd each month in the yingzi
Has long been overtaken in the wilderness of dust
To dusk
Catch in the seventh grade dust storms haven't lit the beacon of smoke signals
I stumbled footsteps, awakened by the hero of the slope the stone steps to the level of uneven
I stood at the North Gate lock and key 1015 meters high towers on going to heaven and shouts
The”Great Wall”of the Ho language is written on a cloud
Condensate eyes hope GU, The Curse of the guys and dolls Yingying Yan Yan
Who is the hero? Who is the hero in?
I stood at Badaling on the Great Wall outside confused the mountain color
Arms, the brim IS U Jiangnan March of the gentle
Over the mountain of reeds in homesickness, scratching his short white
I'm standing in the flames on the stage looking at the Badaling autumn
Dawn, the sandstorm has not sounded the drums of war
Beyond the wall has already lit up the evening mist of the Cang Mulberry
Build-up in the loess plateau, to the Chair survey the entire beyond the great dust storms
The positive to the seven levels of the speed of the wind Baja clasp
Wrangler original of the banner is also not flying Yin
Juyongguan pass outside condensing the late autumn 13 degrees of silence cool
I stood in the space-time of the peak on the breakdown of the wall of the ring
City wall under, bury how much ban Bo tears of blood
Intertwined with how much love and hate
3741 meters of meandering beauty of Monty Python, hunkered down with
Guanshan miles of homesickness, wrote
For thousands of years to the full steam ahead years… “Qin moon Han Guan, miles long March has not also”
When Hu flute no longer sounded, the prancing horse cross GE herd each month in the yingzi
Has long been overtaken in the wilderness of dust
To dusk
Catch in the seventh grade dust storms haven't lit the beacon of smoke signals
I stumbled footsteps, awakened by the hero of the slope the stone steps to the level of uneven
I stood at the North Gate lock and key 1015 meters high towers on going to heaven and shouts
The”Great Wall”of the Ho language is written on a cloud
Condensate eyes hope GU, The Curse of the guys and dolls Yingying Yan Yan
Who is the hero? Who is the hero in?
I stood at Badaling on the Great Wall outside confused the mountain color
Arms, the brim IS U Jiangnan March of the gentle
Over the mountain of reeds in homesickness, scratching his short white
2009/10/18 tour to Badaling Great Wall.