Throughout Life, I've Laughed at the Scenery of Mountains and Rivers, Unaware When Love Began
When I was unmarried, I saw youthful green hair like a cascading waterfall, but never saw rouge or powder. It was only upon meeting you the first time that I realized it.
The first time I saw you, I had already seen you in my dreams. At that time, I didn't know of this earthly connection, only retaining a bare hand to embrace the full moon.
My heart is cold, like the spring giving way to autumn winds, I've always laughed at the scenery between mountains and rivers, not knowing when love began.
When did it begin? When both hearts knew each other's thoughts, we didn't ascend high buildings to compose sorrowful poems; the ancient capital's roads were long and winding.
The road was long and winding, it took a long time to travel. After finishing worldly affairs, I longed to ride wild horses and compose poetry.
I would meet the setting sun atop the mountains, and the flowing water would wind around the lonely village. I didn't want to hear Yu Yu's voice.
I didn't want to hear it, the night was deep and the color was dark, the hometown was overgrown with weeds for many years, and the willows were still drooping, it was hard to see again,
It was hard to hear, the short pestle accompanied the sparse evening chime, the candlelight painted long nights, the clear river was shallow, and the morning stars sank.
The morning stars sank, dreamers in the spring chamber, the moon covered the pine hill with smoke, obscuring the flowering bushes, they were too lazy to look back,
They didn't bother to look back, it was already late in the day, half my life was spent studying the way, and half a life spent enduring hardship; I failed to enter the path of immortals or the realm of demons,
I regretted not having returned, countless ages could not be relived, the wind and rain did not ask about the road traveled, love and hate were born with a single thought and lasted for eternity,
Where is the eternity? Where is the true affection? People say I never entered the old home, but I say the world is never as good as it should be,
It's never as good as it should be, ten miles to Yangzhou, a breeze at the West Lake Pavilion, a glass of wine to clear the head,
I drank the wine to clear my head, don't look at the scenery of years gone by, recall the snow falling heavily on the ground, the separation of people, sorrow and longing cried,
I was crying with sorrow, asking about the fragmented feelings, the lone goose cried at night, the fallen flowers bloomed in the late spring, and an independent person walked alone,
An independent person walked alone, the light drizzle and swallows flew in pairs, the fallen flowers, the cold mountain's emerald color, a beautiful person slowly returned on the road,
A beautiful person slowly returned, ten miles of streets and alleys, the narrow lanes and houses, sugar-colored balls at the end of the road, a deep alley,
A deep alley, deep love and mistaken trust, looking back at the past, searching everywhere in the flickering lamplight,
Everywhere in the flickering lamplight, a thousand copper lamps shattered, long-burning lamps stained the candles with tears, scattered red flowers were already fluttering,
Should we return? The setting sun sends the green twilight, the flowers bloom and fall on the old couplets, the old friends have not returned, and spring returns again,
Spring returns again, ten miles of spring flowers blown, hoping you will return when will you return, in a single day, spring passes and autumn blows,
Autumn blows, the past cannot be recovered, because of love, I couldn't sleep, how could I love and write about the flowing water,
How could I write about the flowing water, what should I do with this longing? Last night, the small building was filled with the east wind, how could the spring wind be silent,
The wind was silent, it seemed like a dream last night, yearning for love and longing were silent, I sighed three times, why didn't I meet you,
