“Yunmeng’s green willows and Gusu’s flowers
Open a bamboo tube of water, the reflection inside is slanted
Wielding a sword and carrying a guqin, travelling all over the blue mountains
Drawn into the scene with one glance”
“The fragrance of aged wine is rich
Faintly he sees an old friend laughing and throwing loquats
The intentions of the youth are the most innocent
He has never said fully the secret in the song
(But has he told him before?)”
“Under the moonlight he ties up his long hair, listening for someone’s voice that has already gone silent
The blue smoke curls upwards and brushes past someone’s cheeks
Under the long embankment, as time goes by, if it points to the sand between the crevices
There are crows crying and asking the soul when it will return home
(When it will return home)”
“The fragrance of aged wine is rich
Faintly he sees an old friend laughing and throwing loquats
The intentions of the youth are the most innocent
He has never said fully the secret in the song
(But has he told him before?)”
“Under the moonlight he ties up his long hair, listening for someone’s voice that has already gone silent
The blue smoke curls upwards and brushes past someone’s cheeks
Under the long embankment, as time goes by, if it points to the sand between the crevices
There are crows crying and asking the soul when it will return home”
“Under the moonlight he ties up his long hair and plays the last stanza of Inquiry
The sound of the guqin is deep and somber, but there is someone who answers
Under the long wind, every memory from the past is seared onto the sear over the heart
There is heartache on the strings for him
So much heartache on the strings for him”
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