The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.
A ladle of muddy water poured all the joy, and bid farewell to Meng Han tonight.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.
When will you come here? Don't hesitate to come.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered.
Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.