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Snow from the Qilian Mountains melts into the Ruo River
Flowing through the Gobi, carving green from stone
The Han Great Wall stands two thousand years
The bones of soldiers long since turned to dust
But their names still ride the wind
They ride the wind
Hexi Corridor, narrow path of moonlight
Horses’ hooves have worn you deep
Xuanzang walked here, Marco Polo walked here
Every grain of sand remembers
This road is older than time itself
Danxia’s painted hills burn like frozen fire
The bronze galloping horse still touches clouds
A cup of wine in Jiuquan holds the moonlight
The Flying Apsaras of Dunhuang wait for eyes to see
I ride my camel slowly, slowly
Through the wind that carries all their names
Hexi Corridor, narrow path of moonlight
Horses’ hooves have worn you deep
Xuanzang walked here, Marco Polo walked here
Every grain of sand remembers
This road is older than time itself
The wind comes down from the snowy peaks
It carries pine and ice
It whispers, “Child, keep walking
The end of this road is another sea”
Hexi…
Long and narrow…
I follow the wind…
