The years flow with songs, and dreams are also intermittent;
The passing water is sad and peaceful, and there are several spring and autumn seasons in the illusion;
Looking at the glass, the moon is fading inside and outside Bodhi;
The pastoral love is everywhere, the hatred is in the three mountains,
The moon is sinking and the moon is setting, the river moon shines on me tonight;
The stars are here, the moon is here,
This evening is tomorrow's evening!