Return, return. The fields are overgrown, why not go back
My spirit enslaved by the body. Why alone in sorrow, sigh and slack
Past mistakes can't be undone. Future paths still open wide
Not too far lost, I realize now. The errors of yesteryear I cast aside
The small boat gently rocks on the waves. A breeze whispers, caressing my sleeve
I ask the traveler where the path leads. Morning light dimmed, the sky yet to cleave
At last I see my humble home. Run with joy, heart aglow
Servants, children all welcome me. Overgrown paths, pines and chrysanthemums enrow
With children, I step inside. Full cups of wine, awaiting delight
Pouring for myself, I gaze at the tree. Contentment flows, my spirit light
By the south window, I quietly leave. This small space, my soul serene
Daily walks in the garden, joy profound. Though doors are shut, solitude not found
With a cane, I leisurely stroll. Sometimes look up the distant goal
Clouds drift from the mountain without a care. Weary birds find their nests there
The sun sets, and I touch the lowing pine. Reluctant to part, the moment divine
Decide to return, worldly ties I sever. No longer caught in the mundane endeavor
Converse with friends, joy in sharing. Playing the lute, reading sorrows sparing
Farmers tell me spring has come. To the western fields, busy I become
Decide to return, worldly ties I sever. No longer caught in the mundane endeavor
Converse with friends, joy in sharing. Playing the lute, reading sorrows sparing
Farmers tell me spring has come. To the western fields, busy I become
Sometimes in a carriage, sometimes rowing. Exploring valleys, over hills going
Trees thrive, springs softly flow. All things in time, my life to follow
Let it be, how long in this world can I stay? Why not follow my heart, let come what may
Riches I don't see, nor a fairyland dream. In the beauty of now, my soul redeemed
Perhaps planting my cane, I'll weep the ground. Climb the high hills, with a shout unbound
By the clear river, poems I'll write. Embrace the fate, with nature's light
D.L Zero - I Must Return /归去来兮辞 Lyrics
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Return, return. The fields are overgrown, why not go back
My spirit enslaved by the body. Why alone in sorrow, sigh and slack
Past mistakes can't be undone. Future paths still open wide
Not too far lost, I realize now. The errors of yesteryear I cast aside
The small boat gently rocks on the waves. A breeze whispers, caressing my sleeve
I ask the traveler where the path leads. Morning light dimmed, the sky yet to cleave
At last I see my humble home. Run with joy, heart aglow
Servants, children all welcome me. Overgrown paths, pines and chrysanthemums enrow
With children, I step inside. Full cups of wine, awaiting delight
Pouring for myself, I gaze at the tree. Contentment flows, my spirit light
By the south window, I quietly leave. This small space, my soul serene
Daily walks in the garden, joy profound. Though doors are shut, solitude not found
With a cane, I leisurely stroll. Sometimes look up the distant goal
Clouds drift from the mountain without a care. Weary birds find their nests there
The sun sets, and I touch the lowing pine. Reluctant to part, the moment divine
Decide to return, worldly ties I sever. No longer caught in the mundane endeavor
Converse with friends, joy in sharing. Playing the lute, reading sorrows sparing
Farmers tell me spring has come. To the western fields, busy I become
Decide to return, worldly ties I sever. No longer caught in the mundane endeavor
Converse with friends, joy in sharing. Playing the lute, reading sorrows sparing
Farmers tell me spring has come. To the western fields, busy I become
Sometimes in a carriage, sometimes rowing. Exploring valleys, over hills going
Trees thrive, springs softly flow. All things in time, my life to follow
Let it be, how long in this world can I stay? Why not follow my heart, let come what may
Riches I don't see, nor a fairyland dream. In the beauty of now, my soul redeemed
Perhaps planting my cane, I'll weep the ground. Climb the high hills, with a shout unbound
By the clear river, poems I'll write. Embrace the fate, with nature's light
My spirit enslaved by the body. Why alone in sorrow, sigh and slack
Past mistakes can't be undone. Future paths still open wide
Not too far lost, I realize now. The errors of yesteryear I cast aside
The small boat gently rocks on the waves. A breeze whispers, caressing my sleeve
I ask the traveler where the path leads. Morning light dimmed, the sky yet to cleave
At last I see my humble home. Run with joy, heart aglow
Servants, children all welcome me. Overgrown paths, pines and chrysanthemums enrow
With children, I step inside. Full cups of wine, awaiting delight
Pouring for myself, I gaze at the tree. Contentment flows, my spirit light
By the south window, I quietly leave. This small space, my soul serene
Daily walks in the garden, joy profound. Though doors are shut, solitude not found
With a cane, I leisurely stroll. Sometimes look up the distant goal
Clouds drift from the mountain without a care. Weary birds find their nests there
The sun sets, and I touch the lowing pine. Reluctant to part, the moment divine
Decide to return, worldly ties I sever. No longer caught in the mundane endeavor
Converse with friends, joy in sharing. Playing the lute, reading sorrows sparing
Farmers tell me spring has come. To the western fields, busy I become
Decide to return, worldly ties I sever. No longer caught in the mundane endeavor
Converse with friends, joy in sharing. Playing the lute, reading sorrows sparing
Farmers tell me spring has come. To the western fields, busy I become
Sometimes in a carriage, sometimes rowing. Exploring valleys, over hills going
Trees thrive, springs softly flow. All things in time, my life to follow
Let it be, how long in this world can I stay? Why not follow my heart, let come what may
Riches I don't see, nor a fairyland dream. In the beauty of now, my soul redeemed
Perhaps planting my cane, I'll weep the ground. Climb the high hills, with a shout unbound
By the clear river, poems I'll write. Embrace the fate, with nature's light
Writer: Lin DENG
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid