Drifting clouds recede; the setting sun sinks behind the city. What hurts most is not the leaving, but the tenderness that never returns after the final wave.

The Lone Horse is a Chinese-style R&B song inspired by Li Bai’s poem Seeing Off a Friend. Beyond the long pavilion, an old friend leads a horse into the wind and snow. The one left behind keeps watch beside a solitary lamp, following an old dream until it disappears at the end of the ancient road.

The wanderer’s heart is in the drifting cloud;
The old friend’s feeling in the setting sun.
We wave, and from this place you go:
Your parting horse cries into the wind.

The farewell in the original poem is restrained. Cloud and sunset each carry their own feeling; the people have already waved, yet the horse is still neighing. I wanted to continue that cry:to write it into the pavilion, the dying sun, the broken willow, and the solitary lamp, and into the plea that finally erupts only after loss becomes real.

The music begins as cool, close-miked, female-vocal Chinese-style R&B, then slowly tightens from a low murmur toward emotional collapse. The images draw on the spirit of the Tang dynasty: beyond Chang’an, dusk over withered grass, ten thousand miles of snow, and a lone horse beneath the moon form a vast farewell with no road back.

With this wave, everything breaks;
with this wave, no tenderness remains.

The Chinese lyrics in the MV have been aligned line by line to the final audio. Its closing retains Suxi’s World’s fixed five-second “World Ring,” allowing the last cry of the parting horse to fade slowly into darkness.

Lyrics in English

The Lone Horse · Suxi’s World

Withered clouds, no shore… The long pavilion, wordless…

A river of dying grass weighs down the dusk; half a setting sun sinks into the lonely city. You lead the thin horse; I stand in the wind: a thousand words, and none dare leave my mouth.

Wild geese trace letters across a water-cold sky; the lamps of former days lie a thousand roads away. A dusting of earth upon your robe, frost beside your temples: who could ever speak of parting with composure?

The drifting cloud goes far; the wanderer turns west. The setting sun looks back; the old friend has no return date. I break a withered willow and hide it in my sleeve: I ask neither the road nor the day you will return.

Mountains and rivers darken; the ancient road empties. Two rhythms of hoofbeats:one slow, one heavy. You say, “Take care.” I answer, “Take care.” The wind scatters the final word.

One step farther… and it is the end of the earth. One more look… and it becomes an old dream.

Go:ah… Drifting clouds cannot carry away my soul; the setting sun cannot burn away your shadow. With this wave:everything breaks; with this wave:no tenderness remains. Don’t:go:

If we are fated to drift apart through the human world, why must old friends ever meet? Why… why… must I hear that lone horse weep for me until daybreak?

Shatter the pavilion; tear open the dying dark. You go into your ten thousand miles of wind and snow; I keep watch beside my solitary lamp.

The dust has settled; the old road leaves no trace. Only the setting sun is still upon its journey. I wave softly toward the distant hills, as if you were still standing in the wind.

The drifting clouds still come and go without a course. Once an old friend leaves, the years fall silent. But why am I:still waiting: waiting for you to step out of that sunset and come:back:

From here:the end of the earth. This body:without desire. This love:undying. This night:without end.

We wave, and from this place you go… The parting horse… cries into the wind…