You have to wait for the mountains to be full of peach blossoms, and a cup of dew can make you drunk for a thousand days; wait for a child to become an octogenarian, and make a cup of wine, and you can stay drunk for a hundred days; and when he is as young as a lifetime, you happen to meet the place where my bones are buried, drink from a jar alone, and you can stay drunk for a long time.
If I borrow my white head from the world, who can understand my eternal life? It turns out that this life is not mine.
As time goes by for a hundred years, I resent the ups and downs and eventually pay the wrong price. I use governance to exchange for your peace and happiness, and the mustard grass is green; I use the rest of my life to remember you like poetry over the years, and your smile is like a flower. After several periods of lamentation and sadness, my fate will finally be determined by God. I only hope that the loess and white bones will keep you safe for a hundred years; I hope that the blood will keep you clear and picturesque.
If I borrow my white head from the world, who can understand my eternal life? It turns out that this life is not mine.
In this life, I only wish to have a guqin, a game of Go, a line of running calligraphy, and a scroll of paintings to travel around the world with you and talk together.
Do you know that the red beans are placed on the exquisite dice, and the red beans are longing for me, and my bones are filled with longing for my lovesickness? A pot of fine wine will rarely make you confused in this life, but if you get drunk, you will never find your way back. A hundred years have passed since then.
If you don't regret it in this life, you will never see it in the next life.