歌词翻译 (English)
Camel Bell in Dream
Climbing the high peak to gaze towards my hometown,
(I only see) the myriad-mile long yellow sands.
Somewhere rings a camel bell,
Hitting my heart thrice.
Desire for setting out for my nostalgic land,
By flying through the thousand-mile mountains.
Returning wild geese wear the faint twilight in the sky,
Where does my home lie?
Sandstorms cannot sweep away
The scabbed wound of history.
Sandstorms cannot blow away
The bloody pale tears of begonia.
Yellow sands' blowing had the time olden,
But cannot make my nostalgia ancient.
For many nights like tonight
I've dreamt about returning to Qin'guan
Sandstorms cannot sweep away
The scabbed wound of history.
Sandstorms cannot blow away
The bloody pale tears of begonia.