I am alone in my family, and I am miserable in this life.
The frosty moon shines on people, and the cold gauze covers their faces.
In the leisurely rivers and lakes, the sound of the jade flute disturbs the west wind.
Where is the glory of the past now?
No hurt, no resentment!
Don't be sad, don't cry!
What's the harm in a life of mist and rain?
The bare hands are raised lightly, the jade flute is ringing,
Half the city is filled with smoke and sand,
Like the everlasting fog on the top of Yuluo Mountain,
Ambiguous and dangerous.