Bright Blossoms, a Knock at the Door

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

The mountain path bends again and again like an unfinished question mark

I was just about to turn back when I suddenly heard a child laughing

Someone behind the bamboo fence pushes open the wooden gate

One call to come in and sit lets all my travel-worn weariness fall away

[Pre-Chorus]

The home-brewed wine carries a simple fragrance

The host says there's plenty to eat, bring another pair of bowls

[Chorus]

A few more steps and there will be a home

In the evening breeze, cooking smoke and hot soup offer an answer

The road once wound me around until I lost my way

Yet around a bend I find acceptance that asks nothing of my past

When the moon rises, I want to come again

Knock softly and hear you say come inside again

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 2]

The drums at the village entrance beat spring into a lively bustle

An elder holds a cup of wine and says this year's harvest was fairly good

The bowl of chicken soup on the table is filled spoonful by spoonful

I learn to say thank you a little more slowly, a little more warmly

[Pre-Chorus]

The home-brewed wine carries a simple fragrance

The host says there's plenty to eat, bring another pair of bowls

[Chorus]

A few more steps and there will be a home

In the evening breeze, cooking smoke and hot soup offer an answer

The road once wound me around until I lost my way

Yet around a bend I find acceptance that asks nothing of my past

When the moon rises, I want to come again

Knock softly and hear you say come inside again

[Bridge]

Good days need not always wear dazzling ornaments

Some abundance lies hidden in hands willing to share

I keep that little path deep in my heart

Whenever you tire in days to come, come spend a night listening to the neighbors' quiet talk

[Final Chorus]

A few more steps and there will be a home

In the evening breeze, cooking smoke and hot soup offer an answer

The road once wound me around until I lost my way

Yet around a bend I find acceptance that asks nothing of my past

When the moon rises, I want to come again

Knock softly and hear you say come inside again

[Outro]

The moon on my homeward journey shines on newly made friends

This time I cannot bear to reach the end of the winding road