The world is like a chess game changing,
Helpless, the traitor secretly plots.
Meeting each other is already a sign of approval,
The east wind did not help Zhou Lang return.
I live in Chang'an and my wife is in Sichuan.
The road to Shu is difficult to access and has no human traces.
If we can meet again in the future,
Regardless of the sea turning into mulberry fields.
Wandering around and wandering into the world of reincarnation,
There is no end to the sea of suffering.
The yellow beams between my pillows are dreaming sweetly,
Do not admire mandarin ducks or immortals.
