Once the splendor of the world fell,
Thousands of gold and silver fell,
The fallen flowers have drifted without promise since then.
One word breaks the world of mortals,
After several years of friendship,
The beauty then drifted with the tide.
Ten years of spring and autumn, three thousand days from sunset to sunset,
Outline with one stroke and trace with detail.
Outline the world of mortals for ten years, gradually drifting away,
Describe the three thousand mortal worlds, one day at a time.
A piece of bamboo flute has a faint sound,
I have countless memories of past years,
He boasts of being cut off from the mortal world.
A pot of turbid wine is poured out,
All human affairs are settled in a dream,
Smiling sadly without tears and sighing in vain.
Light ink, a scroll of paper,
The cycle of cold and heat has lasted for ten years, and the moon has set three thousand times.
I wish to go there in my life, but my fate is gradually gone.
If you insist on going your own way, the mortal world will entangle you.
The beauty is gone, the fate is over,
Young and crazy, things have come to an end...