Birds sing in the empty mountains, people in clear springs and white clouds speak, fish play in the deep pools and the wind blows the mountains, the moonlight shines and the shadows move to the world of mortals, gathering and dispersing like a dream, looking at a gloomy cloud, touching the moon and sending a song to a distant place, but it is difficult to tell, the wind blows the mountains and the moonlight shines and the shadows move to the world of mortals, gathering and dispersing like a dream, feeling sad like a cloud, and dancing in the sky for thousands of miles. Listening to the sound of clear spring, the old mountain forest seems to have no intention of reflecting my lonely bird in the long night. People and white clouds live in the clear spring, and the fish in the pool are playing with the wind and blowing the mountains. The bright moon shines on the world of mortals, gathering and scattering like a dream, hoping for a shadow. I cherish the moon caressing songs and sending them far away. It's hard to tell me that I miss the mountains and the wind blows, and the moon shines in the world of mortals, gathering and dispersing like a dream, feeling sad.