[ENG SUB] 天音净乐 《“7·20”被泪水漂起的日子》, 《烟雨风情》

Beautiful, pure music from the Divine land, flying all over the mundane world. The bright celestial sound cleansing the distraction to the mind. May the purity and peacefulness of Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearence through the heavenly music, bringing you back to the home of your spirit. Male Solo: “July 20”—A Day Washed to the Surface of Tear Sea Composer: Ru Chu; Lyricist: Wan Gu Yuan; Performer: Yong Sheng The crows caw at dusk, Dark clouds roll in from all directions, A towering wall of sand and dust sweeps in. Ah! The wind is coming! The sun hides in fear, Little birds hide, shrieking in alarm, Tall trees sway helplessly. Ah! The wind grows stronger! Eagles soar with a roar, Kng of Lotus stand tall and resilient, Fa Wheel spins with a whoosh! Lightning tears through the sky, Thunder shakes the heavens to their core, Demons darken the sky. Ah! The rain comes! Tears wash the sky clean, The truth shines the sky bright, People gaze up at the sky. Ah! The rain stops! A rainbow arched across the sky, Fa lotuses bloomed across the sky, Divine grace overflowed the sky! A rainbow arched across the sky, Fa lotuses bloomed across the sky, Divine grace overflowed the sky! Female Solo: Charm of Mist and Rain Lyrics: Wangu Yuan | Music: Zhi’en | Performed by: Dahui A river of mist and rain, a river of wind, Wind and rain weave a rainbow across the sky. Seagulls chase white sails as they return to the distance, The river’s surging waves flow ever eastward! A mountain shrouded in mist and rain, a mountain swept by wind, Amid the storm, behold the sturdy pine. Shaking off the gloom, the rosy clouds dance vigorously, A rainbow bridge spans the vast heavens! A river of mist and rain, a river of wind, The storm clears the sky so beautifully. Wait until the white clouds wipe away all tears, Wreaths of flowers will still be offered to the heroes! A day of mist and rain, a day of wind, As wind and rain rage, the blossoms fall. The Lord Creater opens new cosmoses, Every golden song praises His boundless grace! A river of mist and rain, a river of wind, Amid the storm, the sky is beautifully cleansed. Wait until the white clouds wipe away all tears, And wreaths of flowers will still be offered to the heroes! A day of mist and rain, a day of wind, As wind and rain rage, the blossoms fall. The Lord Buddha opens a new world, Every golden song praises His boundless grace!