歌词翻译 (English)
Hating the Brothel
Sound of rain trickling, wind blowing smoke
Holding a pipa alone, playing in grief and resentment
People come, listening to their laughter annoys me
Looking forward, I can only see a field of darkness
Can't find an understanding friend
Can't find, can't find a sympathetic companion
Only weak people sighing while I play the song
Still, still, still, still, have to put on a smiling mask