The green mountains are covered with snow and the bright moon is dim, and the fragrant and aged wine is chilling to the bones.
The immortal appearance in this life is nothing more than love, how can it penetrate the joys and sorrows?
Who said that there are no regrets in life, and I can miss you in every possible way!
The aging wine in the case has turned from strong to light, so why should I promise you peace?
Love and hate are all kinds of things. Looking up alone, the world of mortals is crowded.
There's no end to my words, there's no end to the Tao;
Watching reincarnation turn around, waiting for another season, the green mountains are covered with snow,
Who can see the end of the world again?