Remembering or not? All the words are gone
I still remember the flowers blooming on the stranger's path for a hundred years
Day after day, I wander around in circles
Year after year, I can't find a way to get reincarnated
Spring comes again, and it goes away
The wind comes up, and the ripples spread out. The wind goes with the wind
Several years of spring, and the clothes are still at rest, melancholy about losing sight of the gentleman
The passing of time. (Heaven and earth, hell and fire, you and I have agreed for a hundred years)
Show your face, your arms are fluttering, and for whom (The poor will fall to the bottom of the river, and the yellow springs will fall to the bottom of the river, and we will wait for a thousand years to be together and in love)
Returning to the clouds, you can still see the clouds moving around (Heaven and earth, hell and fire, you and I have agreed for a hundred years)
One song that has been heard for a thousand years in the sky (the zither and koto plucking the rest of the strings)
To dance hand in hand to the ends of the Earth.