[Fei Liang] A Young Man in a Thin Blue Robe

I still remember the young man in his thin blue robe, and how lovely spring was in his homeland. Where can I find the old rivers and mountains again? Longing is hard to voice beneath this curtain of cold moonlight. Years and seasons passed in the blink of an eye. Who can I tell of the time gone by? A half cup of peach wine is enough to get us drunk together. Amid the vastness of time, how fortunate that an old friend has returned. Theme: