A Song Echoes Across the Bend

When your hair reaches your waist, shall I return to you? In this life, a gentleman's heart is carefree, yet who could have expected the mountains and rivers to sigh. Drunk, I lie upon the battlefield awaiting dawn, alone dreaming of bewitching beauty through the night. When your hair reaches your waist, shall I return to you? I ride freely through the Eight Gardens, surrounded by heroic young men. The northern landscape is at its finest, while the misty waves of West Lake shimmer ethereally. When your hair reaches your waist, shall I return to you? Upon the Stone of Three Lives, we carve this day. Before Lady Meng's stall, we seek to know the answer. Nothing is harder to bear than longing, so let us compose a song together on qin and xiao.