歌词翻译 (English)
September
The wildflowers covering this land have witnessed the fall of gods,
Beyond is a far away wind that is far and farther still,
My qin wails, there are no more tears,
I return the Beyond back to this grassland.
This is called wood, and this one horsehair; my qin wails,
There are no more tears.
This Beyond exists only in death, congealed, a pool of wildflowers.
The mirrored moon hangs above this grassland for a millennia still.
My qin wails, there are no more tears.
Alone, spurring across this land of grass.