歌词翻译 (English)
The Human Realm is Not Worth It
Ferry crossing falls for deep mountain, thin layer of snow likes evening lotus
Setting sun waits till its eyes turned red, hoping it can chat with morning bell
Person on heart is by plum or willow, but not by (the person singing the song)
Little white snake is drenched in the rain of Lin An, but Xu Xian forgets to bring an umbrella
Young girl crushes the swing, scholar fails at exams for ten years
Fate is always picky and things just can’t be fulfilled
Little monk doesn’t get offerings, then happens to walk by a roasted duck shop
Pinching a cup of wine and squinting eyes, saying I am looking at the human real with full concentration
(Seeing) Chang’an, Jian An, and Pan’An, wanting to touch them all
Gods making predictions, this trip shall lead to little fulfillment
Losing what has been found, parting after reunion, don’t try to aim for perfection at all
Borrowing earth stove to make meal, planting cooking smoke on the top of the eave
No matter if it’s Small Cold, Big Cold, Or heart cold, all come over and warm up
So that you can build up the courage and venture into the crowd, knocking on the door of profanity (of life)
Around and around through 81 tribulations, we shall see how it goes
Bamboo horse goes searching for bamboo horse, blue plum feels discouraged
Bo Ya breaks the string on his Qin, Shu Ye breaks off from Shan Juyuan
Good friends part half-way, spouses marry someone else
Young couples who happen to meet when the magpies are not on duty
How can longevity be fulfilled, it depends on heaven’s mercy to live to one’s 70s
The Old and the sick somehow gets 20 more years than the happy young couple
Chang’e takes magical elixir, yet feels jealous of the human realm
Pinching a cup of wine and squinting eyes, saying I am looking at the human real with full concentration
(Seeing) Chang’an, Jian An, and Pan’An, wanting to touch them all
Gods making predictions, this trip shall lead to little fulfillment
Losing what has been found, parting after reunion, don’t try to aim for perfection at all
Borrowing earth stove to make meal, planting cooking smoke on the top of the eave
No matter if it’s Small Cold, Big Cold, Or heart cold, all come over and warm up
So that you can build up the courage and venture into the crowd, knocking on the door of profanity (of life)
Around and around through 81 tribulations, we shall see how it goes
Living in this realm is often unsatisfying, losing sleep or losing love
(I) suggest you drink (the wine) up, then have a nice long chat
After a big drink go ride on a boat, saying never to dock till the end of this life
To the edge of the horizon and corners of the sea, taking disappointment as fresh experiences
Holding a sword on the way, with thousands of sails passing by
From time to time, turn around and look, hundreds of taste makes up the human realm
From time to time, sleep in, and eat an extra meal when ( you) wake up