When I return to Qin in my dream, we all laugh and talk
The moonlight is colorless, what year is it now and then? When you pluck the strings, you can hear your thoughts; it's hard to look back, but it's like spring and autumn again; the night is long, when will it be dawn!
Like a dream, how many falling flowers are scattered? Sighing at the fate of the mortal world, my beloved's singing voice is endless; falling into the world of mortals, I cannot understand the pain of lovesickness; my green shirt is thin, and my tears are heartbreaking!
Listening to butterflies talk, mulberry leaves don't know the way; time, trance; years, nothingness; broken flowers, unable to keep; waste of tea.
I once thought that the lonely beacon smoke of hundreds of scholars and the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty can still be seen now; the disputes are still there and the moments of the ancients cannot be seen.
In the blink of an eye, the dazzle blooms again in the morning and evening, and I think about the King of Qin's domineering power that is hard to destroy; the sea has changed, and listening to this song together is like a fleeting year.