山水之间

Last night, fellow disciples gathered, cups passed and refilled

This morning, tea cold and wine chilled, bold words become jokes

Half a lifetime of toil, all in vain; who reads a perfect epitaph?

I'll dwell among the hills and streams, vowing to let fame disperse

By the lake, on a blue stone slab, an oil-paper umbrella

A traveler stops to pick a flower, wetting his silk robe

Jade petals on the tree are so proud, yet Jiangnan's misty rain lingers

Flowers fly, rain chases, like worldly ties tangled beyond reason

Falling flower rain, your swaying beauty

Fragrance of blossoms stirs up past love

I'm willing to be duckweed, lying on the lake's heart

Only to accompany you, rippling through the years

In a small hut of ancient wood and sandalwood, sutras chanted slowly

Fine robes and silks set aflame, coarse sleeves as broad as the heart

Playing the zither in the woods, melody gentle; mountains understand my joys and sorrows

Tears fall like rain, only then I know the past cannot be severed

Falling flower rain, your swaying beauty

Fragrance of blossoms stirs up past love

I'm willing to be duckweed, lying on the lake's heart

Only to accompany you, rippling through the years

Falling flower rain, your swaying beauty

Fragrance of blossoms stirs up past love

I'm willing to be duckweed, lying on the lake's heart

Only to accompany you, rippling through the years

Falling flower rain, you sway between heaven and earth

Evening wind urgent, wrinkles youth too ruthlessly

I'm willing to be shifting sand, lying on the lake's embankment

Only to accompany you, awaiting the turn of spring and summer

Falling flower rain, who is hidden deep in the hills and streams?

Falling flower rain, who is hidden deep in my heart?