songwriter：Davy
Oh, Peking Duck, this bite is Beijing's calling card,
Its aroma wafting across the world.
Oh, Peking Duck, what's rolled into the pancake isn't just flavor,
But a six- hundred- year- old promise.
Once, the fragrant mist drifted from the Imperial Kitchen,
Now, at the entrance of the hu tongs,
Domestic and foreign presidents wait inline for their plates，
On the windowsills of street- side eateries,Every crispy bite tells a story.
Oh, Peking Duck, this bite is Beijing's calling card,
Its aroma wafting across the world.
Oh, Peking Duck, what's rolled into the pancake isn't just flavor,
But a six- hundred- year- old promise.
The masters with a flick of their wrists, create a masterpiece.
People of all different languages ,Cheer for this single bite.
Some travellers ,Chasing this fragrance to get here.
Some enjoy it in the hu tongs,Under the gentle evening breeze.
Oh, Peking Duck, this bite is Beijing's calling card,
Its aroma wafting across the world.
Oh, Peking Duck, what's rolled into the pancake isn't just flavor,
But a six- hundred- year- old promise.
