A Peach Tree, a Willow Tree

When Liu Yun comes into view, the bones are there, and so is that moment. Where else is there to go? Long have I journeyed with the wind and moon; the plain valley winds around, urging life onward. Wind and moon fill the day's sky; jade mountains encircle the green. The wine has run out, the fragrance is still, and sorrow cannot be held back. Powder traces remain on the mat. Don't laugh at how much remains in old age; let us have one thread of the mortal world. One drunken night in the mortal world, and the dream-soul wakes. Where is there no news?