The waning moon is cold and clear, and I can see how many joys and sorrows there are in the world;
The strings of time are gently plucked, and the melody of destiny has sounded;
The sound of the piano sounds like weeping, as if to express the sorrow of parting;
Once upon a time, I was surrounded by a beautiful woman, but my heart was full of the country;
I never imagined that many years later I would drink wine alone and drink the present and the past;
The sound of the piano is messy and cannot make any music. I am far away from home. I don't look forward to seeing you again. I just hope that you are well.