Recalling my youthful travels, riding on my green horse,
Traveling in the world with a sword, a white head is a sign of fame.
Bones rise up to cross the quicksand, and people are beheaded in the drunken city.
There were times when I had no plans to show my skill in poverty, and there were times when I bought myself drunk with a lot of money and entered a brothel.
I also beat horses and weeping willows to walk on long roads, I also put hairpins on hairpins and thrushes on beautiful women's heads,
The storms and clouds must finally go away, old friends in the river and sea borrow long sails,
When we said goodbye, we hated each other and knew each other was short. When we held our hands, we felt the coldness of our green shirts.
I can't break all the three spring willows that dominate the bridge and long pavilion.
I can't put down a glass of wine in Xifeng Yangguan.
Alas, rest, the yellow flowers and butterflies will be sad tomorrow.
Even if hairpins are like drunkenness, they are not like teenagers.