Suddenly, everyone is gone and the halls stand empty. In the empty mountains, only sobs can be heard.
Do not laugh at me for drinking my tears alone. I have no regrets as I look back on the one who has passed away.
By the willow-lined stream, I drink myself senseless. Beneath the moon, I softly chant as the golden cup shatters.
Rain falls on the parasol trees in the distant empty valley. Amid three thousand years of splendor, sorrow finds its way across.
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