I like singing and listening to the sound of water.
Chop bamboo and enjoy it,
The water is especially clear, and you can see the small pool.
The bottom of the stone rolled off the island,
Green trees and vines dot the coast.
There are hundreds of fish in the pond.
If there's nothing to rely on.
Shadows and stones in the sun,
Back and forth, suddenly happy and carefree
Fight the snake, see it clearly,
The shore is full of dog teeth and streams.
How lonely the bamboo forest is,
Sad and cold bones remember how to go.