The sea is deep and the sky is far away, but I only admire your will.
Smiling and sighing softly, he painted thousands of miles into the world.
Looking from the railing, mist surrounds the city.
Swinging his sword, his robe was cut off, leaving no trace.
The unfeeling body leads to resentment on the horizontal flute,
Wandering alone in the mountains and looking at the city palace,
Tell all three thousand wishes in your life.
It has been many years, my voice is vague, and I miss you.
With the undercurrent surging, who can survive within the palace walls?
With fingers scheming, who can fulfill their youthful oath and stick to it for the rest of their lives and never leave?
Above the court, the rivers and lakes are far away. I just want to follow in your footsteps.
I wish you could laugh at the impermanence of the world with me, and sit and watch the clouds roll and relax.