歌词翻译 (English)
Story
The autumn wind, pushes open the closed door;
In front of the steps, the autumn rivers rashly in my eyes.
The parasol-trees, they blow against the yellow rain and smoke;
The flying geese, streak apart the endless dazzling sky.
My life mission, not fully comprehended,
I still, have some desires,
To run toward the ends of the peach blossoms;
A tiny boat, a wisp of smoke,
lost the oars, but no regrets,
Free to let the rivers carry me away.
I sing, I write, I hide, I seek,
This continuous story hasn‘t yet ended;
I love, I hate, I cry, I laugh,
Life is but a dream, how much the fallen leaves do you know?
Living, stems of hair and stems of suffering;
Floats by, like a mayfly in the world.
The song ends, the fire not yet extinguished,
the moon carries the dew away,
Don't worry if your sleeves have gotten wet;
No one in sight, at the green peaks,
body is light away from the mundane,
The falling blossoms, make me forget whether the road is near or far.
I sing, I write, I hide, I seek,
This continuous story hasn‘t yet ended;
I love, I hate, I cry, I laugh,
Life is but a dream, how much do you know?
I sing, I write, I hide, I seek,
This continuous story hasn‘t yet ended;
I love, I hate, I cry, I laugh,
Life is but a dream, the night is over and I don't feel the sunrise.
Waking up, there is no wind and rain, and no sun;
Falling asleep, I've already forgotten words, and forgotten myself.