十年一刻

That girl half in makeup, graceful moves, wandering on the stage of Peking opera

Those two come with chatter and noise, singing and dancing, flowers flying from their hands

The river of years has flowed three hundred times, that river water runs through every street and lane

Whether sheng, dan, jing, mo, or chou, even a walk-on can stir your soul

I'd rather skip a meal just to hear you sing

Maybe busy again and again, maybe hurt again and again

Maybe countless tears, tasted again and again in the night

But it brings growth, but it brings hope

Now I stand on the stage, sharing with you

That pearl blooms in the East, exotic fragrance, rippling on the swan's crown

That culture lives in daily life, heroes and warriors, contending in clapper opera tunes

Painting masks on the soul, those characters traverse the corridor of time and space

Whether ice, snow, or frost, which heartbroken soul is by the water's edge

Wearing down this body and soul, I'll still go with you

Maybe busy again and again, maybe hurt again and again

Maybe countless tears, tasted again and again in the night

But it brings growth, but it brings hope

Now I stand on the stage, telling you this

Ten years of effort gather into the brilliance of that one-minute dream

Those who shine on life's stage are never just talkers

Maybe busy again and again, maybe hurt again and again

Maybe countless tears, tasted again and again in the night

But it brings growth, but it brings hope

Now I stand on the stage

Maybe exhausting all strength, maybe enduring all vicissitudes

Maybe my madness is not forgiven for now

But I know, but I understand

It's my perseverance that wins me the chance to sing before you

Singing my fantasies, singing my absurdities

Singing to share with you, opening the window between us