This is where your comrades must leave you.
Turn at the foot of these purple mountains
I wonder when we will raise our glasses again.
Like we walked on the moon last night?
The region is whispering goodbye.
In and out of the three dynasties [glory]
Now I go back to my riverside village.
Enter the final loneliness
Bai Juyi gave ancient grass to bid farewell.
The endless grassland on the plain.
One year old and one withered [glory]
Wildfire can't put it out.
Spring breeze brings it back to life.
Weeds are overgrown in the distance, and the ancient road spreads out.
Sunny green connects the dry towns.
Farewell to our son who is a wanderer again.
Sad, sad parting exuberant