When I open the building, I see the moon man retreating into seclusion. The sound of the wind covers the bamboo flute.
My body is blessed and I sing, I pour wine to commemorate the fleeting years
Without your great coolness, the song would never be the same again
But in my past you are still a legend
Boat farewell to the ferry
The scenery behind Wan Zhong Mountain
It's a past that's hard to recall