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 Lee,wrote a poem on my skin.
But I didn’t know how to read so I travel to find him.
I heard camel bell rings,see the little trip light in the rain.
Far far away from hometown,that’s afraid that was too young.
Ah…..the kids reading in morning
Ah…..the bell tower rings
Ah…..I pass the temple
Ah…..the monks smile to me
They said there’s a man called Lee,his famous in Dynasty.
He too fond of poetry with his friends that fragrance on the ground.
And also wine beyond cities by the road mooch in the rain.
He said that may my main chance,that I believe the boy would be found.
Ah…..I see great buildings
Ah…..In the 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 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 poet written for the Tang.

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