The moonlight is like blood, and the night is sultry.
Choosing a silent posture,
Helpless separation from the world.
Sleeping in the cold sarcophagus, accompanied by lotus flowers.
The troubled world has nothing to do with me,
my love,
Please be free to live forever.
The setting sun is like blood, and the setting sun is setting in the west.
The person in my arms is still breathing,
The thousand-year cycle of reincarnation has begun,
Without the company of your melodious singing,
Tell me how to win spiritual eternity
The person in my heart
I will be ready and waiting for your return at any time.