The endless night hastens the Eastern Flowing River to its end; the rustling breeze scatters the moonlit night.
Rosy clouds at dawn and dusk, sacred purity day and night, fearing neither Xihe's scorching heat nor Wangshu's chilly solitude.
Riding the spring breeze above, I seek flowers across ten thousand ages; carrying a lovestruck soul, I offer it to the unseen Dao.
One song of wind and moon throws freedom into chaos. How can I sigh:
Drunk in the halls of fame and fortune, laughing as I roam the forests of wine and meat, for years unaware I was but a guest. I poured it all into lofty dreams and ambitions, simply to seek the path to immortality and contend with all others to cross the river!
This world!
With one person's strength, I fight for a dreamlike life, only to find it all vanishing like flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in water!
