Rising sun, dew, hanging curtains and stars looming
Looking at the silence and the waning moon, shame on the sun
There is no jade plate in the pool
Gazing at the sky and white clouds, floating a little red and shining the green hills
Listening to the birds hovering, the sky is smooth and boundless
The morning is magnificent and beautiful, because there are Iraqis who have no regrets in this life
Sighing that the setting sun is like blood. Meng Po's turbid tears
Crying in the sky, lonely pillow, hard to sleep
Once upon a time, I forgot my love
I only poured wine and refilled my glass
From now on, I will hold my lover in my arms, and the sun will shine like bright.