[Verse 1]
The leaves rustled, the old story was like a cloud of smoke
Noisy horizon is not the same as in the past
The storm emerged in the Cloud Recesses, friends were sparse
At that time around how generous the scene was

[Pre-Chorus]
Do not want to be contaminated with dust, but being contaminated with dust is not up to me
The colour of snow is the soul
Do not want to cause resentment, but who can avoid resentment
I fear that everything was wrong from the beginning

[Chorus]
Clear wind blew in the night, wash prosperity and failure over all the land
But the old friend is not here anymore
Play guqin to ask the moon, over the years add a few exclamations
Cannot suppress the hundred forms of the world

[Verse 2]
High mountains long rivers, writing horizontal and vertical ink strokes
It is difficult to distinguish between opaque or clear
The young man held wine, and said that the road is not full of turns
True and false to the end must be clearly exposed

[Pre-Chorus]
Do not wish for swords, yet it's not up to me
I do not know how to entrust the song of my flute
Do not want to cover my eyes, to cover my eyes there will be consequences
Even though love and hate is decided by the heavens

[Chorus]
Clear wind blew in the night, wash prosperity and failure over all the land
But the old friend is not here anymore
Play guqin to ask the moon, over the years add a few exclamations
Cannot suppress the hundred forms of the world