Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends. Life is rarely filled with joyous gatherings, but with many separations.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. I asked you when you will return here, and don't linger when you come back.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends. A pot of turbidity spreads all the remaining joy, don't sleep in the cold tonight.
Every time she hears this song, she always thinks of someone.
She had seen him when he was young, received his gifts, and had his smile.
But now, everything is like fallen leaves, drifting away with the flowing water.