A stroke of melancholy, the moss spreads,
The fate of the past life cut off the long-cherished wish of the world of mortals,
My thoughts pass through time and turn into tears.
Don't look back, don't be heartbroken,
Naihe bridge, I see flowers appearing on the other side,
The wind sprinkles the leaves,
Did you hear that? Whose cry of attachment is it?
Let the memory sway,
Keep the oath, the sea will wither and the stone will fall
Just remember that with you, I will have no regrets in this life...