Invisible Oscillation

There’s somethingthat existed before Iwas bornlike the air and sunThere’s something racing through my veinsbut it’s difficultto articulate in one sentenceThere’s something long hiddenin the depths of my consciousnessI recall it but only vaguelyThere’s something I believe completelyeven though it isn’t part of realityEagle is our Fatherand the roads our ancestors walkedare definitely still whiteThere’s something that perhaps has already become eternalAs soon as time lengthens a little,even if I’m looking at the mountains that lean on each other all day,my eyes moistenThere’s something that makes me agreeall things have a soul, and when people diethey rest between earth and skyIt seems this kind of thing won’t ever disappearas long as you’re still a Nuosualive in this world