A touch of youth, a faint fragrance of music, no understanding of separation sorrow, singing softly
Time flies by, hair turns white, thousands of years of desolation, arousing love and desolation
Who is singing, who is watching, side by side with you, smiling proudly?
Who is singing, who is forgetting, last night was like a dream, I have already gone to a foreign country
Broken love, lost voice and appearance, half a hundred years old
I feel sad about leaving, melancholy and drunk, lying down and sighing at the sky
There are three thousand twists, three thousand tears, and three thousand heartbreaks.
If I could go back to the past, I would like to keep the same place where I walked.