Blues ditty,
Gentle and sad,
Melodious but desolate.
Life is like a song,
The blues are still flying.
The forgotten corner,
Even if it sinks for a thousand years,
Still need to use laughter to hide sadness.
If the swallow flies away from the dead leaves,
I also got drunk and danced in sorrow,
The spring breeze before dawn,
Still can't heal the sorrow of worldly love.
Life is like a song,
The blues are still flying...