Chasing dreams, half awake.
Who is miserable and sighs at the great reputation of the city?
I'm tipsy, facing the north and thinking about you
Waiting for dawn, haggard into the bronze mirror
Emei frowns, worries about being a neighbor, ends fate
I'm full of tears at midnight, I don't believe it
A beautiful lady enters the forest in autumn colors
However, fate is like the falling leaves
And I hurriedly searched for the past life