The moon is full and the moon is short
The river maple and the fishing fires are all sad
The lone boat is accompanied by the waning moon
Thousands of sails, a year and a year
Sighing with laughter, we can see that our past has drifted away with the wind and disappeared
Yesterday's whispered words have all vanished in smoke
How many years of this world have been lost to the east
Lying on my side in my lonesome boat and resting on my head, I fell asleep on the water (the wind is cold and it is shocking to see that I can sleep). The lamps have gone out, waiting for the years to pass
I can't count how many times I've whimpered
I can't tell you how many times I've missed you
The moon is full and the moon is short
The river maple and the fishing fires are sadly sleepy
The lone boat is accompanied by the moon
Thousands of sails, a year and a year
Laughing at how things have drifted away in the wind and become lost
The words that whispered to me yesterday are all but smoke and clouds.
How many earthly years have been lost to the east
Lying on the side of a lonely boat and sleeping on the water
Laughing at the past as it drifted away in the wind and disappeared, yesterday's whispers were all lost in smoke and clouds. How many earthly years have been lost to the east of the water, lying on the side of a lonely boat and sleeping on the water, in the middle of the night in a chilly wind, it's amazing to fall asleep