The Lights Illuminate Chang'an

When you don't see the sound of well-being, the singer sings sadly and the dancer complains. You don't hear the two sounds of good fortune and longevity, and the willows are dim and the peach blossoms are sinking. Three times of glory, you will never grow old, the world is desolate and thousands of mountains are in the distance. You will not remember the four sounds of wealth and honor, but the bones as white as ashes will be recalled.