That year, I rode away on horseback
Through miles of snow, vast and bleak
Red plum blossoms fell behind me
And from then on, no word came
Tonight, I return through the dust
Whipping my horse to a gallop
Half a moon hangs in the sky
Yet I see no trace of the one I knew
I brought a jar of aged wine
And raise a cup beneath the moon to drink alone
I lie in a frost-covered wood, almost drunk
Cold frost beneath the trees still clings to my clothes
Silver moonlight spills across the earth
Drunk, I still sing the old song
I sing it through, yet no one answers
Who will play a plaintive tune on the flute for me?
We have been apart for years
And still, I cannot let you go
The south wind rose last night
And my longing swept away like rain
I have returned to my old home
With all its many memories of drifting
The flowers that bloomed long ago
Have now fallen and turned to mud
I search again for traces of the past
Moss has already crept up the green stone steps
The old house has long stood empty and forlorn
The green bamboo and clear waters are silent and still
In the blink of an eye, spring has ended again
After all these years of searching
I still cannot find you
So let me play a song woven with a thousand strands of longing
Only after waiting did I learn how hard it is to wait
If I lost you
The whole mortal world would become a ruin
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