Countless snows have fallen, but where were the green bamboos with blazing leaves? How can I bury my bones if I can't see the end of the Cangjiang River?
Drunk and lying on his desk, who has ever been playing the harp and leaning against the tree? If you can't call back to Cangjiang, stop and listen to the waterfall again.
The Cangjiang is gone, the water is murmuring, and the disputes are all laughed at. Look, the grievances are cut off with the sword.
The Cangjiang River passed away, the water slowed down, and the love went to Wangchuan River. Looking back, it all turned into clouds and smoke.