The road on Naihe Bridge is Naihe,
Right and wrong do not cross the Wangchuan River.
There is no right or wrong before the Sansheng Stone,
Meeting Po Meng by the Wangxiang Terrace.
Under the waning moon, Yan Yan stepped barefoot on the cold bluestone road, with willows dancing on both sides. Under the red moon, it looked even more desolate.
Your steps are light and you lose your balance. Where are you? I'm calling your name. Before the sound could spread, it disappeared without a trace.