I crossed the border of hell,
Through the flowers on the other side,
Stepping across the waters of Lethe River.
When Meng Po Tang is poured into my soul,
I carefully hold on to the memories that have lasted for thousands of years.
I don't know how many times this has happened,
But I know I haven't found you yet,
I hope I can find you in this life,
Then hold your hand tightly and never, ever let go.