Blue Ridge

Blue Ridge, Blue Ridge, I’m coming here to find the truth. Every shadow turns to sunshine, every gap gets bridge up.

Blue Ridge on the horizon, 

holding the sky like silverlines.
Morning drips on the pines，

 where the cold wind moves along.
I’ve been running from the noise, 

listen to the echo sounds.

from the valley that extends to-
  the hills to grow up.

so I finally feel my rhythm.

get things going at the time.

Every mile on my journey,

every step I shall take,
  listen to the inner voices,

learn how to -

reinvent ourselves.

Walk across a river with-

 rolling waves,,
like the learning curves,

 we have to climb.
Now the road’s a compass;

and the dark’s approaching promptly.
so steer on the wheel,

 and keep your minds focused.

Let the past be a breeze, 

let it pass through the present time.
I’m not afraid of silence—

silence taught me to think deeply.

If I lose my way, 

I’ll look up the skyline,
Like they’re writing the script

weaving stories of different types.
I’ll create a momentum of changes,

I’ll look through different scenarios —
Blue Ridge, 

hold my belief till-

 it knows what to do.

Blue Ridge, Blue Ridge, 

I’m coming here to find the truth,
Every shadow turns to sunshine,

every gap gets bridge up.

 when I watch you glowing
And I’ll carry this spirit in -

the rhythm of my thoughts.
Cause I found my courage,

where the mountains stand quiet..

Blue Ridge… blue Ridge…
Hold me close, hold me loose.

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