Zhu Jue (主角)

Only after the flowering period has passed can the fruit hang low on the branches.

Who said that brilliance is just a remnant?

Only after enduring thunder and lightning can one claim to stand at the peak of the clouds.

Who made you the crown of the mountains?

Only after swallowing rumors can one be considered popular again.

Who said that being heated is akin to being in flames?

Only after being soaked in bitterness can one be called tough as stone.

Who made you shine so bright that the salt seeped through?

I stand at the center of the stage.

The shadow is nailed to the wall.

Facing the light, a medal is engraved.

A message to the sparrows: do not get too chattering.

There are heights in the clouds, thousands of miles high.

Only when the sky darkens does the moon shine bright.

Only after being shot with a cold arrow can one claim to walk ahead.

Who made your steps as light as a swallow?

Only after breaking a lonely string can one be heard across the skies.

Who allowed the lingering sound to shake the eaves?

I stand at the center of the stage.

The shadow is nailed to the wall.

Facing the light, a medal is engraved.

A message to the sparrows: do not get too chattering.

There are heights in the clouds, thousands of miles high.

When the sky is dark, the moon shines even brighter.

Grandfather Moon, tall and mighty, rides a white horse over the stone bridge.

The stone bridge curves, reflecting the rivers and mountains, as thousands of lights gather for a reunion.

Remembering Qin E, step by step, practicing the red silk, walking on stilts.

The stilts sway, climbing on stage, singing joys and sorrows, shaking the heavens.

I stand at the center of the landscape.

The shadow wears neither crown nor costume.

Only then do I know that being true does not require disguise.

The green mountains see me as they always do.

Like dew, like electricity, like the moon over the river.

It reflects me, this is my true form.