Hoyo-Mix and 阿蘭 Ac release the thoughtful track Floating Mist. Lyricist Xin Zhao writes poetic verses, while the composer creates a gentle, drifting melody. 阿蘭 Ac sings with a clear voice that carries the song’s reflective story.
Released: February 6, 2026
Floating Mist
Hoyo-Mix | 阿蘭 Ac (Alan)
Floating Mist Meaning & Lyrics (Hoyo-Mix | 阿蘭 Ac (Alan))
Xin Zhao mixes ancient images of jade moons and bronze camels with personal reflection. The songwriter asks, ‘Which grass hasn’t turned yellow,’ a line that questions what endures. He compares himself to dust on a path, a simple metaphor for life’s uncertainty.
Yù pán chū yún xiāng líng lù rángThe jade moon emerges from the clouds, scenting the spiritual dew on the earth.
Hé cǎo bù huáng, hé dé shí sāngWhich grass hasn’t turned yellow? What virtue’s left to gather the mulberry harvest?
Rú chén piāo mò shàngI’m like dust drifting along the path.
Shuāi cǎo kū yáng wèi jù yāng, yě jì dào pángWithered grass and dried poplars don’t fear ruin, as wild offerings sit by the road.
Tóng tuó huāng méi jīng jì mǎngThe bronze camels ‘monuments of fallen empires’ are buried in thorns and thickets.
Chéng zhù yǒu shí bù kě liángCities and pillars have their season, beyond any measure.
Bái rì xū mèng yī chángThe bright day’s just a hollow, fleeting dream,
Fú guānga floating glimmer.
Xì jū chí dà huāng, jiāng yōu wǎngI’ll travel through the great wilderness, heading toward the deep unknown.
Hé cǎo bù huáng, hé dé shí sāngWhich grass hasn’t turned yellow? What virtue’s left to gather the mulberry harvest?
Rú chén piāo mò shàngI’m like dust drifting along the path.
Gū qióng hóng yǐng yī wěi hángA lonely swan’s shadow follows a single reed boat’s journey,
Shuí wèi hé guǎngand who says the river’s too wide to cross?
Pú wěi míng míng qiú duàn zhāngThe reeds are dim in the twilight, searching for broken verses of the past.
Wǎng zhě bù jiàn, lái zhě chángThose who’ve passed are gone from sight, but those yet to come are constant.
Péng jiǔ zuò xí jì shǔ nǐWith friends and wine at the table, I’ve counted you among them.
Huò yún huò zǐ wéi dì xiāngWhether it’s the clouds or the purple mist, they’ve become my home.
Huāng tíng xiǔ cǎo fēng wàng yuè, huà yíng mángIn the deserted courtyard, the wind watches the moon over old grass as fireflies blur into the night.
Floating Mist Music Video
Floating Mist creates a world of memories and quiet searching. The Chinese lyrics are about finding a home in fleeting moments like clouds and mist.