In the lonely night, I sigh, I wish I could chant one more time with my concubine;
We are like an iron horse, and the cherry blossoms are fading. Can you please not say goodbye?
Singing to the moon at night, sighing at farewell, that person holding a sword under the moon is going to fly to ashes alone;
At night in Kyoto, the brocade is torn, the moon is full and the red makeup on the west building leaves only a faint fragrance;
The cool breeze is blowing, the moon is blowing tonight, the winter rain is hitting the window, I just want to say goodbye to you.
After farewell, I will say goodbye to you. I hope you will never forget your old concubine.
One day, when you are gone and the mirror is missing, I will stay with you until we grow old together.
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