Under the moon, long willows cover my eyes,
You stand here and want to say nothing.
Perhaps the random flowers have disturbed Li Chou,
There seems to be a small stream of light falling after you turn around.
After being shocked and beating a horse,
Who boiled the red beans in my heart.
Who is playing mournfully outside the city?
Can I cross the mountains and follow the river eastward with you?
I got drunk and leaned against the willow in the small attic behind the tree.
The sound of hunting wind disappears all night's worries.
With strong liquor in my throat, I respect the absurdity of the past and stay together.
It's been a long time since I left here, don't look back.