The Purple Path of the Red Dust, the Yellow Springs and the Blue Fountains, the wrong karma of a past life
The grass that grows in the sky, the veins that stretch to the sky, who can I tell about this obsession in this life
Who is the one who drinks under the moon when the clouds are so high that you can be drunk
The dance that makes you feel so clear that you sigh for the years that have passed by
Who can live in the world with one smile, when the lamps on the platform are lit and extinguished
The flowers that I look back to, I can see are all in a blossom, and I am so proud of the color.
I had red hands, but I was praising my color
I had a zither with a broken string, but no one sang with me
Who sang with me on the high floor after my friend left
The dew was like a cry in my eyes, and the fireworks were too hard to cut
Then I saw the orchid boat going away to the sky
The dream of my soul is not bound to be haunted by the world
It was like sitting alone in the curtains of the wind, and I saw the fireworks in the sky.
It's easy to see the flowers in the water, but the flowers are easy to shed, so who can solve this long-lasting hatred
The clouds are flying and the mist is dispersing, and the jewels are crumbling and cracking, and you can't see the different paths that lead to the end of the world
Is it possible that the butterflies were lost in the dream, and that one night in the spring rain in the small building
It is the first time that I met a woman in a willow, but it's the end of my life
It is the parting of thousands of hills, and it's a parting of the world in the green dresses, but it is also a parting of the people who go away
When the time comes, the next year will be a new lifetime. Karma's a curse.