Burning a hot world, bright flames burning violently,
You are like a butterfly, dancing the most dazzling dance music in the world.
Joy, tinkling,
The affectionate singing was deeply remembered by King Xiang of Chu,
Just to attend the most beautiful banquet in the world.
However, the harp and sound,
All customs are short-lived,
Suddenly, the stringed instrument came to an abrupt end.
Turn around, silence is like an abyss, a dark low bottom.
But you didn't put away your gorgeous sleeves and stop dancing.
The stage is empty, only you,
Standing like a sculpture.
Smoke locks and fog rises, heaven and earth,
Ren is, the mountains and rocks are stacked, covering the sky.
Lonely and cold world,
You stand alone on the goddess peak, looking sadly at the Millennium,
Clothes are flying like clouds,
Stand on the top of the cliff and look for the sails you are familiar with.
Afraid of weathering to stone, my heart will tear open and dry,
Still intoxicated with too many interpretations in the past.
Sorrow is noble,
You are fragrant, beautiful, forgetful,
I know where it is, gather and leave in a hurry,
There is no eternal oath!
Will eventually burn glory to ashes,
Deduct the ending of people hollowing out and the ending of songs.
With tears in her eyes,
Imprisoning my mind,
Alone in the foggy time,
Find your own shadow,
Pick a flower of memory, don't put it in your skirt,
Sitting quietly, it used to be like water.
And loneliness,
Still sobbing like a flute, haunting you for thousands of years,
Generations,
Missing erodes a bone and clings to sadness.
Tears that can't stop all day long spread into a surging river.
Surging at your feet.
The torrent of sadness hit the cliff,
Your noble soul, along the river bank, looks for incomplete myths,
Youmei, lonely for thousands of years,
Still tragic performance, stick to the legend of Ligustrum lucidum.