The moonlight in Sangzhou falls on the bowl, which is a mouthful of homesick wine.
The moonlight of Sangzhou is a peerless makeup applied to the face;
I saw the cold, green branches and leaves of the laurel unfolding among the vast expanse of moon,
The cold face is like the smiling face that you can't see clearly;
I have counted the stars in the sky,
Just to find the warmth you once gave me in the gaps between the stars;
The mist slowly disperses, and the crystal sand in the sky is the teardrop you hide in your heart?
Suddenly I want to ask you, have you ever loved?
Even if that person is not me,
I just hope you won't be lonely anymore.
Farewell then,
I am cold and cruel as pearls and poisonous feathers,
A lover as light and beautiful as celadon.