The song has not ended and people have not dispersed
A pair of pipa plays all the joys and sorrows of life
A piece of music tells the infinite things in my heart
Broken string music is heart-breaking, the soul is separated, who can pity it?
How can the prosperous capital defeat the ruthlessness of time?
Life is like a dream, fate is like a mirror, flowers in the water, and the moon
Smoke and clouds in troubled times, a dream on a hanging beam
Looking back at the Prime Minister, it all came to nothing