《Homeward Journey》

Segmented Lyrics & Instructions: [Verse 1: Earthly Journey] Lake Tai’s water flows so still, Northern Jiangsu winds blow young and free. Razor trimmed the dreams of thrill, Uniform bore frost of loyalty. Silken threads wove half a life’s road, White hair mended years of worn light. Who says twilight must be cold? A heart-lamp shines toward Rainflower’s sight. Style cues: Narrative, low vocal hum, guqin and xiao melody, slow like memory. --- [Chorus] When it hurts, call Amitabha’s name, Bitter years turn into song. Every soul before you is Buddha’s frame, Every task a lotus bloom along. The journey home is not afar, One pure thought is homeland true. In “Amitabha” near and far, Step by step, the Pure Land blooms for you. Style cues: Emotional lift, melody rises, add bell tones and strings, choir layers for solemnity. --- [Verse 2: Rainflower Path] Eighty springs of dust and tide, Turned and stepped in Rainflower Hall. Chopping veggies, sweeping floors—all practice wide, Each offering a compassionate call. Tears of repentance washed past years, Monk’s robe draped in moonlight’s climb. Xianding Temple bell afar clears, One bowl of stillness meets the sunset’s time. Style cues: Return to calm narration, xiao melody prominent, rhythm light but grounded. --- [Chorus] When it hurts, call Amitabha’s name, Bitter years turn into song. Every soul before you is Buddha’s frame, Every task a lotus bloom along. The journey home is not afar, One pure thought is homeland true. In “Amitabha” near and far, Step by step, the Pure Land blooms for you. Style cues: Fuller than first chorus, richer harmonies and instrumental layers. --- [Bridge] One lamp shines in Guang’an Temple’s night, On sickbed, pain transformed to light. “Thank you” holds ten thousand thanks inside, Buddha’s name turns agony to cool respite. “No need to massage,” he said with ease, Heart like bright moon on the river’s flow. Style cues: Music quiets, near a cappella or single guqin notes, focus on “lamp” and “moon,” swell softly at end. --- [Outro] Ninety-two years wind and rain, Journey ends by lotus shore. Do not say this form is past and vain, Rainflower light shines forevermore. Namo Amitabha— Gentle breeze guides your boat home. Style cues: Fade gently, distant bells, wind chimes, soft choir, end with a clear chant of “Namo Amitabha,” lingering fade-out.