抛撒一把上去，又抛撒一把上去……
是谁在往上抛撒的呢
他竟然有那么奇妙的神力
那一把把白色的细石子
经他往上一抛撒
就绽开成了一丛丛白色小花
一丛丛纯洁，一丛丛美
生命呀，升腾吧
生命呀，激荡吧
那一把把白色的细石子
是一丛丛白色小花
一丛丛纯洁，一丛丛美
持续不断地绽放在空中
是谁往上抛撒的呢
他竟然有那么奇妙的神力
抛撒一把上去，又抛撒一把上去……
The Fountain Hsu ChiCheng
Shooting a fit of white gravel-like fine cobble, and then another fit…
He who shoots it up
Should have such great magic power
Those white gravel-like fine cobble
Are turned into clusters of white flowers
Clusters of purity, clusters of beauty
After he has thrown it up
Rise up, oh, life
Surge up, oh, life
Those white gravel-like fine cobble
Are clusters of little flowers
Clusters of purity, clusters of beauty
Which blooming incessantly in the air
He who shoots it up
Should have such magic power
Shooting a fit of white gravel-like fine cobble, and then another fit…
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