Back then, the green plums in the Celestial Court's Cloudwater Garden smelled so sweet. Only after tasting them did I learn they could leave a bitter tang on your teeth.
Back then, the moon over the six-arched stone bridge in the mortal realm was always full and gentle. Only after being hurt did I learn that it, too, waxes and wanes.
The mist and rain clear, the clouds and haze all seen through. Who is waiting on the other side of the stone bridge, smiling tenderly, to watch the river flow on with you and me?
Yet love and hate will eventually fade. Leaves fall with the drifting blossoms, scattered and crushed to dust. Should we forget each other in this vast world?
Across the Six Bridges, mist and rain flow like rainbows and immortals. The water is clear, the sand white. Tell me, are you the moon of Langya?
The seven-stringed zither tilts the clouds and the mortal world. With red cinnabar on her tender cheeks, I search for you, but the Star of Romance is nowhere to be found.
