The wind of a year has been silent,
A year's worth of ink is fragrant,
The west wind of the year turns the moonlight into fine wine.
Drink lightly and sing quietly,
I saw the sunset of the year,
Dyeing red with frost color for a year.
This year, the end of the world is so close,
Listen, who is singing,
When you walked by gently, you took away my heart.