If you stand alone in the clouds and mountains, your sleeves will be full of wind;
I then let go of the boat and carried my flute by the moon.
Holding hands and walking beside the green forest, it evokes endless joy.
I look at you with a speechless smile, I tap the railing pole, I raise my eyebrows to argue, and thousands of horses gallop in the chess game;
The sky and the sea are vast without words, and the teachings are profound and vast—but why, the lonely brows are like mist.
The clouds are high and the air is refreshing, but the river has a light and far-off air;
Birds are chirping as they wait to return, and the forest is dark. The moon is bright and bright, and the strings are lightly wiping.
A few glasses of sake to reward your close friends, smile to the west wind, and your dreams will become ancient and modern.