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A Thousand Times - Xu Song

At a wild inn beyond the pass, no smoke, how can the guest sleep?

When cold seeps into sleeves, who will add two layers for me?

Snow falls in the third and fourth watches, the wind never wanes, blows all night long.

It's just a pity the thin horse hasn't had a good rest.

Melancholy enters dreams, dreaming for months, waking for years.

Past events are poignant and beautiful, shallow affection, fate in two hands.

The partridge's clear plaint is heard, but it cannot fly back to the hall.

The old couplet's red has faded, ink worn away—who will uncover it?

I search for you a thousand times, from sunrise to dusk.

A gourd of the jianghu, I sink and float.

I search for you a thousand times, another year of bloom and wither.

But you are never where the lantern lights are dim.

Melancholy enters dreams, dreaming for months, waking for years.

Past events are poignant and beautiful, shallow affection, fate in two hands.

The partridge's clear plaint is heard, but it cannot fly back to the hall.

The old couplet's red has faded, ink worn away—who will uncover it?

I search for you a thousand times, from sunrise to dusk.

A gourd of the jianghu, I sink and float.

I search for you a thousand times, another year of bloom and wither.

But you are never where the lantern lights are dim.

I search for you a thousand times, from sunrise to dusk.

A gourd of the jianghu, I sink and float.

I search for you a thousand times, another year of bloom and wither.

You are not where the lantern lights are dim.