Ahh? Ohh!

Ahh, ohhh.

My only true friend is my pen.

My only true friend is my pen.

I’ve crossed the Gobi and seen the orchards.

I’ve seen the Gobi and I’ve seen the orchards.

The earth is my mattress; the sky is my quilt.

The earth is the bedding; the sky is the blanket.

Goodbye to the past—no regrets; every step I took was my own.

I’ve parted with the past with no regret—every step was mine.

Welcome, future—we’ll get along; let’s get acquainted slowly.

Hello, future—we’ll fit; first we’ll go through the getting-used-to-it phase, slowly.

Ohhh.

Ohhh.

My only true friend is my pen.

My only true friend is my pen.

I’ve crossed the Gobi and seen the orchards.

I’ve seen the Gobi and I’ve seen the orchards.

The earth is my mattress; the sky is my quilt.

The earth is the bedding; the sky is the blanket.

Goodbye to the past—no regrets; every step I took was my own.

I’ve parted with the past with no regret—every step was mine.

Welcome, future—we’ll get along; let’s get acquainted slowly.

Hello, future—we’ll fit; first we’ll go through the getting-used-to-it phase, slowly.

My mouth never has problems—naan goes in, rhymes come out.

My mouth never has problems—naan goes in, rhymes come out.

Precious words like clotted cream; my lyrics are thick like milk tea.

Valuable words are like milk-skin; the lyrics are milk tea in its original richness.

What decides your destination, in the end, is your original intention.

Slowly you’ll realize the only thing that decides the finish line is your first intention.

Don’t strain yourself—mind games are like chess; when it comes to brains, I’m like Liu Yong.

Don’t waste your energy—scheming is like playing chess; with brains, I’m like Liu Yong (Liu Luoguo).

Bring the wine.

Bring the booze.

That’s amazing.

Now that’s more like it.

In my notebook, my life is right there—this is my gift.

You can see my life in my notebook—this is my talent.

The lyrics hit the mark—like Tyson.

A precise strike—my lyrics are like Tyson.

Addicted to sorrow—what’s aching in you, my heart?

I don’t know why my heart keeps making friends with sadness.

It says: if you can’t find meaning in the past, how are you any different from the walking dead?

It says: if you can’t find meaning in the past, what’s the difference between that and a walking corpse?

Rap on the right, business on the left—like a safe with two drawers.

Rap on the right, enterprise on the left—my safe has two compartments.

Let hardship come knocking—Arslan never backs down.

Even if enormous suffering knocks at the door, I’ll open it—Arslan won’t run.

You don’t have to like me, but don’t compare me to that knockoff rap.

It’s fine if you don’t like me—just don’t compare me to others.

Your friends are demons in the caves; I’m like Sakyamuni, a bodhisattva.

They’re like bandit-kings—Golden Horn and Silver Horn; I’m at the level of the Tathagata.

Ahh, ohhh.

Ahh, ohhh.

My only true friend is my pen.

My only true friend is my pen.

I’ve crossed the Gobi and seen the orchards.

I’ve seen the Gobi and I’ve seen the orchards.

The earth is my mattress; the sky is my quilt.

The earth is the bedding; the sky is the blanket.

Goodbye to the past—no regrets; every step I took was my own.

I’ve parted with the past with no regret—every step was mine.

Welcome, future—we’ll get along; let’s get acquainted slowly.

Hello, future—we’ll fit; first we’ll go through the getting-used-to-it phase, slowly.

Ohhh.

Ohhh.

My only true friend is my pen.

My only true friend is my pen.

I’ve crossed the Gobi and seen the orchards.

I’ve seen the Gobi and I’ve seen the orchards.

The earth is my mattress; the sky is my quilt.

The earth is the bedding; the sky is the blanket.

Goodbye to the past—no regrets; every step I took was my own.

I’ve parted with the past with no regret—every step was mine.

Welcome, future—we’ll get along; let’s get acquainted slowly.

Hello, future—we’ll fit; first we’ll go through the getting-used-to-it phase, slowly.

Lighter than a feather—so it can take flight.

Lighter than a feather, so it can rise into the air.

In its embrace, there’s a bayonet.

In its arms, there’s a blade.

It stands before me, head bowed.

It bends at the waist in front of me, offering congratulations.

It calls me “my lord.”

It calls me “master.”

Farther than the moon, closer than my shadow.

Farther than the moon, nearer than a shadow.

With a small drink or two, I can see it.

After a couple of sips, I can see it.

If I give it my true heart, it won’t betray me.

As long as I offer my sincerity, it won’t betray me.

I’ll tie it into my lyric notebook and give it to you like a flower.

I’ll bind it into my lyrics book and give it to you.

The mountain of creation is a beautiful place to roam; fame and profit feel like a bridle on me.

The mountain of creation is my paradise; fame and fortune make my steps heavy.

A diploma is just paper; I tell myself: go out to the street—learn what people are.

Education is only a sheet of paper—I remind myself to hit the streets and learn humanity.

In my youth I had so many thoughts and dreams; I climbed to the peak with my solitude.

What walked with me to the mountaintop were my strange ideas and my loneliness.

Thank you, my pen—what is this wonderful gift you call inspiration?

I thank my pen—it brought me the beautiful gift called inspiration.

My microphone’s blaze even burned out the air conditioner.

Even the AC got ruined by the flames of my microphone.

Stay away from me, chatterboxes—I don’t like noisy commotion.

Talkative people, stay far from me—I don’t like noise.

Now it’s reaching the climax—it’s far too early to end.

The story is just getting to its高潮; it’s nowhere near over.

The “gold” I mean, the “outer space” I mean—it’s nothing but this ALBUM!

The gold I’m talking about, the outer space I’m talking about, is this album—please enjoy.

Ahh, ohhh.

Ahh, ohhh.

My only true friend is my pen.

My only true friend is my pen.

I’ve crossed the Gobi and seen the orchards.

I’ve seen the Gobi and I’ve seen the orchards.

The earth is my mattress; the sky is my quilt.

The earth is the bedding; the sky is the blanket.

Goodbye to the past—no regrets; every step I took was my own.

I’ve parted with the past with no regret—every step was mine.

Welcome, future—we’ll get along; let’s get acquainted slowly.

Hello, future—we’ll fit; first we’ll go through the getting-used-to-it phase, slowly.

Ahh, ohhh.

Ahh, ohhh.

My only true friend is my pen.

My only true friend is my pen.

I’ve crossed the Gobi and seen the orchards.

I’ve seen the Gobi and I’ve seen the orchards.

The earth is my mattress; the sky is my quilt.

The earth is the bedding; the sky is the blanket.

Goodbye to the past—no regrets; every step I took was my own.

I’ve parted with the past with no regret—every step was mine.

Welcome, future—we’ll get along; let’s get acquainted slowly.

Hello, future—we’ll fit; first we’ll go through the getting-used-to-it phase, slowly.

Alpha A, let’s go.

That’s the sh*t, that’s the sh*t.

That’s the sh*t, that’s the sh*t.

That’s the sh*t, that’s the sh*t.

You’re gonna make it, bro—trust me.

You’re gonna make it on this fu**ing ALBUM!

Ghijak (Aijieke): Halip Reyim.

Xahatar: Halip Reyim.

Dolan rawap: Halip Reyim.

Recording: AThree.

Walking Gold (feat. Efujieni / Moxi Mercy).