Beneath the mist, the mountains rise

A canvas painted for the skies

The river hums a quiet tune

Beneath the silver of the moon

I walk the lanes where kilns once burned

A history in clay is learned

From the soil, a touch of grace

Colors bloom to find their place

Oh, Jiangxi, you hold the blue and white

In every brush, a soul takes flight

Through ancient streets where poets dreamed

You are the song, the silent stream

Oh, porcelain heart, so pure and deep

In whispered tales, your secrets sleep

I found my home where rivers bend

In you, my journey finds its end

The walls of Ganzhou stand so tall

They’ ve watched the seasons come and fall

A cup of tea, a lingering gaze

The scent of pine in smoky haze

I hear the echoes of the past

In every tile, a spell is cast

From the soil, a touch of grace

Colors bloom to find their place

Oh, Jiangxi, you hold the blue and white

In every brush, a soul takes flight

Through ancient streets where poets dreamed

You are the song, the silent stream

Oh, porcelain heart, so pure and deep

In whispered tales, your secrets sleep

I found my home where rivers bend

In you, my journey finds its end

If I should wander far away

I’ ll bring a piece of you to stay

The celadon, the river’ s glow

A love that time will never know

Oh, Jiangxi, you hold the blue and white

In every brush, a soul takes flight

Through ancient streets where poets dreamed

You are the song, the silent stream

Oh, porcelain heart porcelain heart

So pure and deep pure and deep

In whispered tales, your secrets sleep

I found my home where rivers bend

In you, my journey finds its end

Strings fade out, Guzheng solo

In you, my journey finds its end...

Soft piano note, reverb