The rain breaks and the setting sun still reflects the snow,
From the sadness of autumn to the vastness of Qing Dynasty,
Half leaning against the blue breeze,
The flute is full of pain,
Heart wandering.
Overlapping hatred,
Looking at the bright moon from a distance is peaceful,
Still lingering around,
To condemn the vicissitudes of life,
A small regret fell beside him,
The rain is falling,
Drunk with Feng Yang.