The smoke waves are as expected, and the distant mountains are faintly visible.
A period of troubled times, love and hatred between children;
A golden song sings across the rivers and mountains, who is whose destination, who is whose beloved?
In the passing time, it was I who failed you, or you who failed me;
Or have we failed the world?
After the glory faded, how much separation and hatred came back from my dream last night.
Before the blurred dream, who shared me, the drunken moon?